YOYOLOVER5656

I grew up practicing it. On the playground in elementary school, we'd have contests. Who could spit farthest, fastest, most... I always won. I was the spit  master. As I grew up, it became a past time. And from past time to idle thing I did when outside. Then after I smoked. I remember spitting after getting my hair cut short. After buying my first tape to flatten my chest. I spat after I pierced my ear and lip. And after my lip rig got ripped out. I spat after buying jeans from the 'male' section. And shirts, too. I still spit after having arguments with my mom and cousins about why I don't wear makeup. Spitting followed me