I told y'all back on the IC that there was a point while I was posting where we were broke as fuck, gettin food from pantries and shit, on food stamps, and living in a two bedroom weekly. Right now my financial situation is actually pretty fuckin dire. As of this exact moment my business is at about 25% of what I was getting in 2019, and that was a shitty ass year. We in the fuckin ghetto. Across the street is the hoe stroll and crack/meth dealers stay out on the block 24/7. Half the muhfuckas we living next to on papers, a grip of muhfuckas got ankle monitors, and SWAT done ran up in several niggas cribs over here since we been here.
I see this shit on the daily. Every morning when I open the blinds in the dining room next to my laptop, I see nothing but a bunch of muhfuckas broke as fuck but somehow flossy as hell. I see nothing but bad decisions and excuses. I see mad dudes and chicks in Jordans, Balenciaga's, and assorted other high dollar shoes that are standing in line when that Three Square truck pulls up. Lotta luxury cars in the parking lot over this way too, everything from newer Jags, BMW's, Benzes, etc and a pair of new-ish Range Rovers. There's a dispensary a half a block from here and everybody and their momma stay in that line on the daily. I'm among the muhfuckas, you can't tell me that most of these folks' conditions wouldn't be better if they put off buying shit like that.