When I was around 9 years old, I saw my cousin running from her yaya. We were all at the beach, but the chase wasn’t a fun one. The yaya had a syringe!

I asked my uncle what that was all about, and he replied: “well she’s got diabetes, and she has to take an injection every day.” While he was telling me this, I was watching them run. And I was telling myself, oh man, this is something I never wanna have.  READ THE REST OF GARY V’S POST