You don’t know what the hell you’re talk...

You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, little girl. It took me nine years to get this far! I’m 32 years old. And I don’t live in a “plush musician’s loft.” I live in a crappy walk-up railroad apartment in a crappy neighborhood. With two roommates. I am 32 and I’m a temp at a marketing firm. I’ve been there for 6 years. I don’t have any benefits. You know I did used to wear braces? I wore braces on my bottom teeth three years longer than I was supposed to because I could only afford to have the top ones taken off and that’s how long it took me to save up for some student to pry the rest of the metal out of my mouth. I don’t have nine more years to get here again, I don’t have it in me and you’re gonna sit there and do nothing, all because some girls aren’t gonna like you anymore! It’s time to grow up Andy! Learn a little something about real sacrifice! “Lean into the oncoming bruises/the hurt is less/when you’re the one who chooses.”