FrothySolutions
There's no gym for my squandered youth.
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People can see the fear in my eyes, even though I try to hide it.
Once upon a time I'm walking home late at night, and I see a guy headed my way. I look at him, and he looks at me, and he explains to me that I don't have to worry and that I looked scared. He explains he's not gonna mug me and that he's not looking to get mugged either. Somehow he saw the fear in my eyes.
Once upon another time I'm at the store. And I see this guy in one of the aisles. He's got a gun. Not your casual open carry or anything, it was in his hands. I, nonchalantly I thought, inch past him. "Excuse me..." I say. "Oh, my bad" he responds. Then saying to himself "He scared as hell!" And I was. He saw that fear in my eyes.
So if you know enough about lookism to know what fearful eyes look like, you have a good idea of what I look like.
Once upon a time I'm walking home late at night, and I see a guy headed my way. I look at him, and he looks at me, and he explains to me that I don't have to worry and that I looked scared. He explains he's not gonna mug me and that he's not looking to get mugged either. Somehow he saw the fear in my eyes.
Once upon another time I'm at the store. And I see this guy in one of the aisles. He's got a gun. Not your casual open carry or anything, it was in his hands. I, nonchalantly I thought, inch past him. "Excuse me..." I say. "Oh, my bad" he responds. Then saying to himself "He scared as hell!" And I was. He saw that fear in my eyes.
So if you know enough about lookism to know what fearful eyes look like, you have a good idea of what I look like.