The Happy Broke Man

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First things first my homies and homettes! Wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what goes down.

OK, as my loyal 1.5 readers might know by now, I’m not your average blogger. You know, the type that tries show off to his readers by posting pictures of his expensive vacations, cars, homes and other shits. Reminding his reader time after time, how he is successful, and they are not, because he is living the perfect life with his perfect family. Yet behind the scene, his whole life is falling apart. He’s going through a fucked divorce, because his wife cheated on him with his twin brother. Junior is a drug dealer / drug addict and little Samantha is a stripper / prostitute. He might even be living in a rat, roach and bedbug infested dilapidated motel room, while having cup a soup with cold water from the dirty motel bathroom sink, for breakfast, lunch and dinner, 7 days a week. Hey look, I love cup a soup, but 7 days a week?… that’s just a little too much for me.

Meanwhile, back in The Batcave! Since I had to pay my car insurance last weekend, I am broke like a motherfucker. Yes, you read that right my homies and homettes. This week, I’m one broke son of a bitch! But don’t worry, I’m not asking for donations or a GoFundMe page either. Do you know what’s funny about the entire situation? That I’m happy! Even though I’m broke as broke can be, for some weird reason, since last week, I’ve been feeling happier and smiling more than usual. To be honest with you, I really don’t know what the fuck is going on, since I take my crazy meds every day. Who knows, maybe it’s just the calm before the storm… You know… Before my Bipolar depression sets in and kicks the living shit out of me. Whatever the fuck is going on with my brain right now, I’m riding this shit to the end.

Peace out my homies and homettes!

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!