pimpexposure:
pimparrator says: part 6. The showdown. The forthcoming. The moment we all have been waiting for.
pimpexposure:
goodbye pimpexposure
pimpexposure:
riddle me this, cowboy
pimpexposure:
You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you, pimp. That's where I'll be waiting.
pimpexposure:
There isn't a day in my life when I haven't felt like a fraud. I mean priests, doctors, pimps, I've talked to them all. I don't know anyone who hasn't felt that.
pimpexposure:
You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, pimp, the Tooth Fairy, they were so close you could taste them. . .
pimpexposure:
For most journalists, covering the World Series or Super Bowl is the ultimate prize, but to be given the opportunity to do a feature on the pimp/cowboy fight is the pinnacle of any career.
pimpexposure:
two days and a dollar short - you vote!
pimpexposure:
Why love, if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore: only the life I lived. Twice in that life, I've been given the choice: as a cowboy and as pimp. The cowboy chose safety, the pimp chooses suffering. The pain now is part of the happiness then.