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I got a friend who drinks BUSCH beer but he owns a lexus. 3.99 a 6 pack but drives a car worth more than the house I was born in.
he bought a bar in new orleans at 24 with a 19k loan.
he is younger than me, and he still calls me all the time, we have been friends since we were 15. he is much more successful than me. a professional and world travelled videographer, trvelles Alaska and Africa filming wildlife for a year... owns his own AVID system 40k and has long hippy hair, full beardm and totally wants to live out in the wilderness and smoke pot and drink whiskey like a survivlist nature boy hippy.
but he lives just off Bourbon street in new orleans in a very old aweseome apartment overlooking bouron street.
his bar rules. i picked out most of the shit on the jukebox.
me and all my friends drink free there, eat free. whatever, its on the house.
anyone in my family can eat and drink for free.
why? When his dad moved from new orleans I let him live at my grandmothers house to finish off the senior year of highschool.
real friends dont change or turn their back on you no matter how much money is involved.
real friends dont fucking quit hanging because of money.
this 'rich' status is bullshit, me and my boys only battle over who is gonna pay the fucking bar tab.
plastic smiles for plastic faces I guess.
hahah
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