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maybe if i were a midlife crisis actor. i don't like to place monetary value on an individual. everyone wants to believe they won't do shit until they reach a price they are willing to sellout for. my price? the cost of a bullet. in my uneducated opinion, that's what's wrong with kids these days and i honestly don't know if this attitude has become more prevalent in society than it was in the past or since the population has grown and we just have more assholes now per capita that need to be fucked no homo. boomers be like pepperidge farm remembers when you need an adult. adults are just fucked up kids winging it like you are. they don't know what the jazz is all about either and if they did they'd just be like oh, you've probably never heard of it and wouldn't tell you anyways. to answer your question, i prefer to take the city bus so i can sit up front away from the blacks and during covid i was rucking everywhere to reduce my chances of catching the coof from aarp card holders. it was already astonishing to witness how my fellow white people treat you when they think you're homeless but it was mind-blowing during covid. waiting at a red light and there is some asshole trying to cross the intersection. better roll those windows up. sweat stained t shirt book bag having motherfucker walking through the parking lot. better stay in the car and lock those doors. greet them at an entrance and they act like you're mugging them at gunpoint if you're not wearing a walmart vest. part and parcel of living in a big city i'm told. during covid there were a few instances where i felt i was actually in dayz having to parley with someone just so i could pass on the sidewalk. i like to do things the hard way to ward off complacency where modern convenience hasn't become a necessity such as electricity for refrigeration so my go gurts don't taste like vaginal discharge. i don't use ac because it makes homeboys dependent on welfare. i play all my vidya on the hardest difficulty. the only vehicle i have ever owned was a 1990 chevrolet silverado with a 5.7L v8 that was given to me by my grandfather. it was stolen from me in 2013 and sold to a chop shop. i've just never bothered getting another vehicle to support my local small business. my uncle is a used car salesman and it's always made me cringe at how smug he is because he can requisition a loaner car from work just so he can drive that small penis compensator around to stroke his ego. dude takes so many meds he gonna die of a stroke while stroking it. he recently tried to steal an inheritance entitled to me from my deceased grandfather through my already deceased father because he claimed i'm undeserving since i won't be a throwaway no life working some dead end job to have the most clout in the rat race. if people knew i had money, they wouldn't be authentic with me. what's the point of owning something you don't need or want to impress some rando who won't value who you are as a person? as if owning a lambo would make someone as authentic as ashley appreciate me as much as i appreciate her. if it did, it would only depreciate her value to me. neither of us truly need validation. we're like an endangered species held in captivity who just won't do the deed to satisfy our zoophile masters that really want to film us fuck so they can whore out our flipper grandkids online and claim they saved the last of dying breed. why not be a miser? i have no one to talk to that is worth talking to. no one to ponder the miseries of the universe with. to ask the important questions like do blacks have a shieet life crisis? does asian dad scold you for failing the driving test? are quantum robots gender fluid if they are non-binary? what a time to be alive. suicides are at an all time high. stay tuned for more