I Don't Lose, but I'm Getting Better, but You Know What's the Drawing For?

My mom was a she was fierce protector of her boys and I mean like literally Parents would take turns when I was going home from school in grade school. She'd ridden her bike to pick me up and A bunch of us were walking back and back then we called drunk homeless people winos, you know. And this guy, I mean, I don't know that he was homeless, but he was missing a lot of teeth and he was very drunk and old black guy and He saw me ran over to me and picked me up  and it turned out the guy just thought I was cute.