You ever deal for six hours straight and start questioning whether you’re even made of atoms anymore? No? Just me? 🌠🎴🌠🎴🌠🎴🌠🎴🌠🎴🌠🎴🌠🎴🌠🎴 This is what it’s like inside my head behind the table, after the fifth “can you smile?” and the third person in a row asks if it’s my first day because I’m not throwing…
🩶 i survived another day, bitch a daily oath for the almost-broken, still-standing i didn’t rise for gloryi rose because the sun didand i figured i’d try again i didn’t win the war in my mindbut i stayed on the battlefieldwith half a shieldand cracked armorand a stubborn little flame that refused to go out…
You ever hear someone say, “ugh, that machine was about to hit, I could feel it…” First of all: no, you couldn’t.Second: that’s not a vibe, it’s a fantasy.Third: let’s talk about why. Because here’s the truth: most people don’t know how slot machines work. Not your drunk uncle, not that one coworker who claims…
Let me paint the scene:The cards are flying, the chips are stacked, the energy is electric… and then someone ruins the entire vibe by licking their fingers before grabbing their cards. 😤 Welcome to The Sins of the Felt. This isn’t a polite rules list from the back of a pamphlet. This is the gospel…
People ask me sometimes, “Is gabro like, your stage persona?” And I get it. He’s loud, he’s sharp, he sparkles like he has something to prove. But he’s not a role I slip into like a costume. He’s not separate from me. He’s not fiction. gabro is what happens when I stop holding back.He’s me,…
