They consistently deliver my packages to the wrong building but it’s somebody in the other building who I’ve never met, seen or talked to who peeped my number on the box once & will text me when they see one…is this the brotherly love they speak of?
The way God is conspiring behind the scenes, man…I can’t even put it into words fully. But also going forward I’m telling people my name is Maverick Carter— the deal always closes, always.
Y'all HAVE GOT to stop making it about YOU. It's people out here trying to hold it together and you mad they ain't speak to you. Someone has no help with their kids but you mad they ain't come to your evening/weekend adult only event. Someone passed out from exhaustion as soon as