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I remember growing up being jealous of my friends who had working class parents. (Blue collar suburban town.) They drove daddy’s old car, lived comfortably at home, ate mommy’s chicken tendies, smoked weed with daddy’s money, and had all the time in the world to party and fuck-off at the mall. They spent their days indulging. In contrast: I spent my days working to survive the day I graduated high school. I remember talking about my work and many of them acted like it was below them. As if it was shameful to get on one’s hands and knees and scrub a toilet or bathtub. Children really are privileged to grow up feeling this way.

Some of them are privileged to go right off to a university in Buttfuck NoWhere to drink and party. Man, what a luxury to fuck off where your only requirement in life is to finish courses with a passing grade living on someone else’s dime with all lively necessities handed to you.

Everything they had is what I needed. Well into our 30s now, these lazy degenerate kids are still living at home eating mommy’s food and still smoking weed with daddy’s money. Comfort has completely ruined any possible hope for their future. It’s funny: Those who started doing psychedelics would have had you convinced that were on the verge of some groundbreaking discovery or sense of enlightenment that was going to put them on the fast track toward some sort of unforeseen road to great success. The sense of salesmanship of those privileged with countless hours to spend high on drugs in the comfort of someone else’s house is a topic I could go on about at great length.

Today I am blessed to have everything I wish I had when I left high school: A car that runs, money for fuel, a support network, a roof over my head, a family, and a job that does more than pay the bills. It took years to build what most teenagers are handed so freely and I think about this often. Comfort may have destroyed my peers but it’s something I’ve never known. Spent too much time as a semi-transient sleeping on couches, under tables, and in attics.

As I reflect and realize I am finally offered a chance to be comfortable, I cannot help but continue pushing forward. Some of you have been privileged enough to waste your days drinking and drugging and I’d like to use this time to sway you not to be undone by your own comforts. Each day you are alive, you are giving ample opportunity to make friends, start a business, learn a trade, read books, attend school, find a wife or buy your wife flowers, and build your body into that of a god. But please, I ask: Don’t be a lazy middle class spoiled and entitled little shit. boo hoo, my life is so fucking hard, I’m gonna spend my free time (which is a blessing btw) drinking

So those of you out there on this wittle old website who’ve spent your life working, I commend you.