I know it's hard to tell when I'm joking...

But... Sometimes it's just truth presented in a funny way.

When I was 14 - 18 I was basically homeless the majority of the time.

During that time I was a young entrepreneur dabbling in all sorts of criminal activities.

Promiscuous people and junkies were like less than dirt to me.

I make my money, I do what I want, idgaf who I hurt... I was still kind... But my dark side was... Darker.

I'm still working on myself... Slowly.

I used to sell drugs, literally anything and everything... I used to sell people, even without them knowing.

When I started getting out of part of it I was about 15/16 ... I found myself at a party and girls were complaining and crying for another bump (coke)

The guys told them they were running low and the only way to get some was to flash their tits.

Me on the other hand, I was met with nothing but respect... A hell's angel came up to me with a suitcase full of assorted drugs telling me that I could have whatever I wanted... Another guy gave me a cooler of beer... one of the other guys handed me money... The owner of the house (looked just like Kieth Richards - but wasn't) asked me to pirate some Ozzy on his computer and handed me a sandwich bag full of coke with a straw sticking out... I asked what he wanted me to do with it and he said snort it, smoke it, flush it, sell it - he didn't care he just wanted some Ozzy for free. I had free range of his computer and a bag of booger sugar.

I got him enough music to last him the rest of his life, went through all of his shit, and gave his computer a feature... And got high + drunk AF and made money on the leftovers.

But it was one of those moments where I thought, I didn't like where I was. I didn't feel like I had a choice. And I actually started feeling pity towards the girls.

I've seen/known these bitches (and ones like them) take a shot of cold cum for half a key bump ... Crawl on the floor looking for a crumb of crack that doesn't exist after taking it up the ass.

Crying and begging and willing to do anything for a fix, for a thrill, whatever.

I know there's worse things... But some of that shit got pretty bad.

That was the start of me getting out of the pimp game.

I didn't call myself that at the time, but then again the girls didn't call themselves whores.

--- and yeah I was a teenager... Selling women older than me... To guys that didn't care or know I was less than half their age.

-- I can't blame it on the shit before that... But it might have played a role.