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Originally Posted by 68style
Whether they're evil or not, you're wrecking your life over it. Or wrecked I guess since it's past tense now.
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Wrecked? Maybe. But wreckage is where the real ones are forged. If I could go back in time, I wouldn't change a thing. Maybe I would have told myself to pay attention to the suffering around me earlier, but that's hard when you're making 10k a month and have a new woman on your dick every week.
Fifteen years riding high on the hog, then five years in the gutter. If that’s the ratio and the price I have to pay, I’ll take it. The hunger makes the feast taste better. And trust me, when I climb out of this fucking pit, I won’t just be eating, I’ll be devouring.
Just had my first meal in 48 hours, courtesy of GFY.com member's kind $100 donation. A painful hernia keeps me from lifting on labour gigs at the moment, but it doesn’t keep me from thinking. Doesn’t keep me from coding. I fire up Cursor, have you heard of it? Last night I was up to 5 AM coding the bones of a machine that’ll claw me out of this mess, dollar by dollar. If this shitty road of pain and suffering runs me back through the adult industry, so be it. When you're renting the basement at rock bottom, you don’t have the luxury of picking the path of a saint. Still, I know where I’m headed: fatherhood, leadership, a real contribution to this country. None of that fake ass "elbows up" bullshit.
I’ve been tossed aside by the same ideology that cut balls off of the West, but I’ve never been afraid to speak. To see the emperor is naked. When I walked through downtown Vancouver in 2024, past the tents, the needles, the bodies that might’ve been breathing or might’ve been corpses, who fucking knows or even cares? My heart didn’t just break, it fucking burned. The slaughter is invisible and yet the smiles of the politicians are everywhere. Vancouver isn’t so much a city. It’s a mass grave with coffee shops, new Teslas, and- Oh fuck, the Canucks are on the TV! Wait, what? Nobody says a damn thing because it means we're admitting that we lost the soul of this city. Even as I sit here, 400 kilometers away, I know where my heart beats.
But I’m not done. If nothing else, I’ll be the last motherfucker standing who dares to call it what it is. Maybe one day, some of you will see it too. Maybe one day, you’ll help me fix it. But first, I have some filth to upload so I can get my turbo car fixed and pay the rent.