I love to write but I know I will never have the dream career or anything else. Life is hard and if you actually make it to 30 without killing yourself then you're already doing better than most.
My first painting.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
The $5.00 is now the $10.00. wow how times have changed.
I was just sitting around thinking about when I was younger, my friends would call me for a ride somewhere. It usually went something like this, "hey if you're not doing anything it'd be sweet if you could give a ride to blah blah's house, I'll give you five bucks." The answer was always the same, where you at? I'm on my way. Back then, you could get a pack of cigarettes and still have some left over for gas. Now, I dare a motherfucker to ask me for a ride for nothing less than a ten. Plain and simple. The ten is the new five. You can't buy shit with five bucks. Taco Bell is even trying to get gangster and charge more for their same old shit. Just a random thought that I would share the stupid shit that goes through my crazy ass head. But my friends know they can ask me for a ride anytime. As long as it's not too early and they have ten bucks. HA.
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