Thursday, April 24, 2014

The things I want to do

Looks like I'll be earning quite a bit of money as I approach my early 30s. No doubt I'll be moderately wealthy. It was inevitable. I'm from a middle class family. No way in hell was I going to end up becoming lower than that.

The idea in this country is that you can ascend to greater levels through the school system. But the school system in this country is so fucking horrible, it was never going to happen, getting a college degree and all that shit.

The way these corporations work is that they indentify wiz-kids and scoop them up and put them to work and to hell with the rest of us normal people.

So the question I face is what the flying fuck am I going to do with all my money and shit. I'm hoping to play the stock market. I want to potentially start a restaurant one day. Don't know about it expanding into a full chain of restaurants, but the idea I have is to sell cheap and healthy meals. Shit you can't get at mcdonalds. Nobody's doing this, only Boston Market and they're not that cheap. I want to create a fucking cheap food but good for you kinda shit. 5 dollar salad with plenty of chicken and some good shit, maybe some delicious dessert on the side. Yunno, but it's going to be all that shit you wish these places would sell but they don't because they're idiots.

Healthy shit. You go to mcdonalds and you're going to get a big high fructose corn syrup soda, and just garbage. Imageine you go to a restuarant buy a meal for 6 dollars and it's got healthy shit in it, pure good healthy shit. Nobody doing this. Nobody. And that's why this country suuuuucks fucking ass.

As for what I like to get for myself. I'd like to live my personal dream of owning a yacht one day. Always intended to buy one some day, go sailing, but fuck is that a tough plateau to get to. But yeah if you're going to fuck a bitch, fuck her out in the beautiful ocean water.

What else. Looking to get a decent fucking house somewhere. If I pull down 72,000 dollars a year which is likely, I'll get a beast mode house, son. No little pussy house for dogs. I mean something like a real enforced military barracks. I mean that's what I want to do because this house here in this black motherfucking neighborhood, no way. Any fucker off the street just waltzes in and takes whatever they want to go sell it for crack money.

Always been living like this. Always losing bikes, hearing gunshots in the night, wondering when a fucking bullet's going to come flying through the door, or worse some jackass off the street comes into your house and just kills you etc.

Hard to live with that thought in your head, but that's the reality in this neighborhood.

Goddamn, black people being black people. Gotta love it...

Strange to be me, a black guy who's believed that things have changed. That the world is a lot more fucking open minded about blacks and shit, but no. Not today, not tomorrow, never. As long as you got a group of black assholes being douche bags and stealing shit to sell it for crack money or being "gangsta" ain't nothing going to change. Honestly if the military is reading this blog still, I give you full permission, pop that assholes head off. I would.

All my life, had to deal with dipshit retarded black kids, so yeah I don't feel sorry for them when the bullet flies through their skull.




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