Copilots & Homies

Dedicated to all the high maintenance human beings. You, good human, set the standards. ✌️ I didn't actually become broke until I had my first job with a steady income. When I was smooching off the Motherload, I didn't have money of my own to spend, let alone to become indebt. If I wanted to do something, it had better be free or I'd have to sign a petition, present the details of my case for how much I needed and what for to a court appointed judge (the she-wolf that is M.O.M.) and make an appeal when she'd rule: NO DEAL. The frugality was the way of life to paying rent on time, to putting food on the table and to putting clothes on thine back. And then I went and got a job.  It wasn't by any means a Fortune 500 company that paycheck, but it was enough to get the economic juices flowing. I began to contribute as full fledged capitalist-American consumer. We got cable, we got internet, we got cell phones with bills higher than Afroman. Our standards of livin...

Swapmeets were a huge staple in my childhood. This was where I got my school uniforms from every weekend for three years. This was where I got my clothes all the way to the eighth grade, come to think of it. While I was busy learning my ABC's, this was the spot my mom, aunt and grandma used to hold it down at until 2:20 pm, when I got out of the torture chambers that was school. This was where I first experienced the magic stick that is a churro. This was where I learned the value that anything could be bargained down because, let's face it, we're all trying to pay bills and every little bit helps. And this was the same place I learned that bargaining isn't always the best solution because five dollars off is five dollars short of a vendor's light bill or rent. So it was nice to relive the glory days. This place never fails to inspire me: from the vibrant colors, to the eclectic products and even to health tips.  And oh-so-cheap jewlery. Believe it or not...