See now, I thought I was grown. I'm not in high school anymore. What is with all this talk? I haven't dealt with rumors since I was in college. Why must folks take it upon themselves to speak about my life? Ummm. Is it that serious? There are three sides to every story. But folks hear version 1 and automatically assume it's true. Okay, say what you like. It still isn't going to change shit. I'm still going to be the person I am. I'm still going to succeed. I'm still going to strive. All this negativity must mean jealousy. And if you're jealous, well hell, I must be doing something right. What surprises me is that all these so called grown men is running they mouth like a bunch of little high school girls. GET A GRIP!! You damn near 30 years old, if not older. What, you got nothing else better to do? Why did my name or what we so called did even leave your mouth? Which ultimately means that some where, some how, you must be housing some pinned up frustration. Hmmmm? Wonder why?