The Bread, the Butter and the Banquet

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 living were summoned up from the dirt streets of favelas to the high rises in Rio de Janiero. Homie, we were good. I was good.

But when you get that new flow of income coming your way, your standard of living gets a little mushroom boost. And this is the American goal, essentially; if you work hard, you can get bigger and better things. The problem herein lies with whether my needs fell under that new standard of living or was it excess living? Some people can have a shit ton of money and blow it all on new cars and electronics and still not be able to meet those basic standards of living.

Never mind me, I'm just ranting because I blew all my money on books. And Twix.