Passions in life; I have none.
I sit around eating marshmallows all day and have sex a couple times a day with a couple of different girls each week. Sounds great, but recently I haven’t been into it. I mean I am use to rejecting girls because I get so much pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose. But this is getting ridiculous some of these girls I use to bang the shit out of, can’t even be bother to fuck.
There use to be shit I liked, but I never even liked it. I just did it because I could and it didn’t take any effort. I use to be into the whole shoe thing; owned roughly 1300 pairs. A handful of pairs were older than me.
Now I own 80. I mean I’ve been trying to cut back hard for a long time. Then I started giving them away. Literally someone would bring some random up to my place and he’d say something along the lines of “Nice kicks” and I’d say, “you want them? They don’t mean anything to me.” I gave one guy something like 60 pairs, then I donated roughly 100 pairs to goodwill. Most of them still DS (brand new with box etc.)
I didn’t do it out of the goodness of my heart. I just did it because I was sick of knowing I had so many fucking pairs. I mean WTF was I going to do with over a THOUSAND PAIRS. I could wear a brand new pair every day for three years and still have a bunch left over.
Then I realized that some hypebeast kid is going to go rolling through goodwill buy all my shoes at 10 or 15 bucks a pair and sell them on the internet for hundreds each.
So out of spite I decided to donate a few hundred pairs to some charities that were doing clothe drives for Haiti, but whatever. I still had like 150 hats, and probably 200 t shirts. So I donated almost all of them.
I have somehow cut my wardrobe down to approximately 15 hats, 30 t shirts, 10 pairs of jeans and 80 pairs of shoes. One of my friends saw one of my walk-in-closets recently and said what I had done must have been really “hard”, but was “noble”.
Get the fuck outta here with that one. I literally use to spend 10 grand in a week sometimes. I still have enough cash to buy back everything I gave or threw away. My life is still just as meaningless and every time I hear some faggot say something about their passions or having to have a passion in life can join the rest of those girls waiting to suck my dick.
Whatever my passion in life is, I can afford to do it. So when I find it. I will let you know, but until then I am going to live life expecting, no, KNOWING life is meaningless.
Peace out, see you from behind the tinted windows of my CL 550.