Carolina Confidential

Ever heard the saying, “you gotta risk it for the biscuit”?
Nobody can quite pin down where it started—some say an old newspaper headline, some say an ad campaign, maybe just street talk that stuck. Doesn’t matter. What matters is why it stuck.

Because deep down, we all know the truth inside it:
Life doesn’t hand out biscuits.
You either grab ‘em—or you go hungry.

And we’ve all got them.
Dreams. Goals. The fire that keeps us up at night.
The thing you think about in traffic, in the shower, when nobody’s around.
The thing you don’t tell anyone because saying it out loud makes it real.

The tragedy is: most people never grab.
They let fear hold the plate.
They let excuses stack higher than their hunger.
They wait for the “right time,” like life’s ever going to ring a dinner bell.
And that’s the cruelest hunger—the one you chose.

So the biscuits go stale.

Listen—biscuits aren’t meant to sit there untouched.
They’re meant to be grabbed. Snatched. Risked for.
You might burn your hand. You might choke trying.
Hell, you might even drop one on the floor. (Still tastes better than regret.)
At least you’ll know what it means to want something bad enough to go after it.

What’s your biscuit?
That dream you keep pushing to “someday”?
The passion you keep watering down because it scares you to admit you want it?
The chance you keep talking yourself out of because “now isn’t the right time”?

That’s your biscuit.

And maybe it’s not just one. Maybe it’s a whole plate.
Then reach with both damn hands.
You might fumble. You might drop a few.
But even a dropped biscuit is better than starving safe.
I know—because I’ve dropped more biscuits than I can count.
But even the ones I lost tasted better than regret.

Because here’s the truth:
Risk is the price of flavor.
Fear will always whisper it’s safer not to try.
But safe doesn’t feed you.
Safe doesn’t satisfy.

So, I’ll ask again—
What’s your biscuit?
Is it love? Then risk the heartbreak.
Is it freedom? Then risk the fallout.
Is it your art, your voice, your dream? Then risk being laughed at, risk being told no, risk falling flat.

Because here’s the ugly truth—someday never comes.
And if you don’t grab the plate in front of you,
you won’t just miss out—
you’ll die hungry.

And I’d rather burn my hands grabbin biscuits—
than leave this world with an empty plate.

But that’s just my opinion.

Until next time,
Stay safe. Make good choices. And as always, stay kinky My friends.

~Dray Orion