I recently had a conversation with an old acquaintance of mine and it went a lil' somethin' like this:
Old Acquaintance: So what you been up to playa?
Me: Tryin' ta make a dollar out of fifteen cents...you know how it is...
O.A.: Actually, I don't. I've been doing pretty damn good. Eatin' good...lookin' good...ridin' good...the hoes love it when you stay fresh. Knowwhatimsayin'? You still doin' the little video shyt?
Me: Yeah...things have slowed up a bit, but you know...it's like a marathon, not a sprint sometimes.
O.A.: Yeah, I got some niggas I fuck wit'...I might want you to shoot somethin' for them. How's ATL treatin' you man? What type of car you in now?
Me: Just a lil' bucket...'94 Infiniti.
O.A.: *cocky chuckle* Nigga we GRADUATED in NINETY-FOUR!!
He continues on about how he attended one-year of college, started hustling, and dropped out to hustle full time. In the past 15 yrs. ('94-'09) he spent close to 36 months in jail, has two daughters by two different women, two Mercedes', and lost two of his closest buddies living the hustler's lifestyle. Convo continues...
O.A.: Damn, "Mr. Big-Time Video Director!!" I thought you would be doin' better than that, down there in ATL.
Me: At least I didn't lose two of my homies who were MURDERED because of their "career" paths.
Was I wrong for that?
***By the way, I didn't say that last statement...or at least not in those words.***
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