Today’s topic of discussion is nothing less than the matter of wealth –and whether you’re it or not! It’s like a game of tag; there are many participants but only a few genuine winners. You’ve probably noticed the trend many times, a fellow walking around with the wallet planted in the palm of his hand, tighter than Ari Gold’s carries his cell phone, buying drinks left and right rising the roof with the popping bottles. There are always, almost like a fact, a dude or two that simply have to flash the size of their deep pockets. Honestly, I’m not saying that I’d rather die than be rich, but how can a dude my age be rich as hell? In most cases they aren’t, they just be running around paying their way in between a couple of thighs, and judging by the means, I’ll bet they aren’t tight! It has to be a reassuring feeling that money can by love, let’s be honest. You might say that you wouldn’t marry up a level or two on the scale of richness, but that is a discussion between yourself and your own conscience. Damn, I’ve even heard girls referring to it as a job like any other one; you hate the boss, the working conditions are lousy, and from time to time there is a better offer on the table.
The truth of the matter is that “new rich” people, and “spenders of daddy’s cash” are a miserable mix of people. They have all the money, material things and possibilities available, but none of them can afford an opinion of themselves. Honest to God, have you ever heard one of the “Too-tight-shirt-wearing-hair-comed-backwards-tight-pants-sun tanned-in-January” dudes disagree? I for sure haven’t. Another thing that troubles my mind is their sense of style, or fashion if you like. I’m no expert on the issue, but to me “fashion” is an expression of some sort. Different people wear different cloths, identifying their style. If we agree upon that statement, I can’t seem to rap my mind around the “trend” of ‘new day- new style’, to me it comes across as a deep insecurity, and a latent need of being seen. To all you rich-fellows, don’t worry, how could we possibly not notice that you go from (doo)‘rags to riches’ every other day(?)
The third “aspect” of the wealth-issue is the pretenders. They are if not worse, at least as bad as the fellows that be stuntin’ on their daddy. First of all because they are harder to recognize, and secondly because it’s easy to relate to their sporadic spending sprees! Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m implying! The first of the month is not only the happiest day for the street chemists, everyone enjoys the day of the month when money suddenly changes your habits. ‘So long’ to the firstprice groceries, and welcome to the Goodlife! Throw your hand up in the sky and wild out. Splurging is a must, and after a couple of joyful days, perhaps even weeks your back at square one; Broke, hungry and hating on the bitches that still can afford to buy their way to happiness. While your stuck with the memories of the ‘happy times’-they’re stuck with the broke-back-bitch that Mr. West and Foxx be singing about. Stand tall my brothers, your girlfriend won’t take your money when your in need, she hasn’t slept with any of your friends and remember that people like you for the inside, not the inside of your pocket –but …
You’ve guessed it, I’m only a couple of days away from a spending spree, believe me, it’s going to be legen-dary, I will do things I’ll regret, but that’s life. You only have the one. The lord is my shepherd, but I’m not a sheep. Wild out, but hold back, at least a little!" - FrelsersArmeneren!
At least we don't roll like that right!?
Whatchu think about this!?
