Before The Certs: Broke Boy Stories

[Behind-the-wheel]

1. Used to get grocery bags and old receipts from places like K-Mart, Waldbaums and such....go in the store, bag up whatever I wanted. Walk out, show the receipt with the store logo to the person at the door real quick while covering the date...profit/eat/share with the crew.
2. Ramen noodles and water after that CS hit so many years ago...true pain. I lost like 20 pounds that first year from stress and not eating.
3. Hopping the train back in NY cause I didn't have fare money and getting caught once. Got a ticket I couldn't pay but didn't get my head kicked in so...
4. Sleeping behind a bush in the projects when my mom kicked me out. Wasn't about to let anyone know I didn't have anyplace to go.
5. Eating outta garbage cans in manhattan around lunchtime cause fools would start a burger and not have time to finish. Tear off the part where they bit into it and go to town on the rest.
6. Stealing everything I could get my hands on and reselling it at pawn shops, on the street...
7. Making my own clothes from other clothes that were too small to fit...learned how to sew and improvise to save money.
8. Used ny bank servers with old forgotten modems connected to em to store my hackware scripts that i sold to other script kiddies.
9. Sold book reports and homework assignments to kids at school to make money to eat.
10. shyt, one time I even had a thing going where I would do acrobatic tricks on the street for $5. Had a sign and everything....


Come a long way....a real long way to be where I am now...

 

[Behind-the-wheel]

shootin dice with no money against p*ssy nikkas and doubling up if i lost until i got enough for chop cheese or chinese then leaving the game

OMg chop cheese....that shyt was like thanksgiving, christmas and new years all rolled up into one.

 

[Behind-the-wheel]

I swear if I ever get rich, I would look out for people. I would buy out the groceries store around Thanksgiving so everyone could get fed and get what they needed.

That's what me and my wife do.
We both came from poverty, so now that we got....we look out for any of the kids she knows that need help.
From funds, to clothes to food, to camping trips, to theme parks, to whatever they need...

The only way to go forward, is to give back.

 

[MJ Truth]

I swear if I ever get rich, I would look out for people. I would buy out the groceries store around Thanksgiving so everyone could get fed and get what they needed.

Maybe you would.

Or maybe you'd feel like you got out of your situation by your own grit and feel that everyone else could/should do the same.

 

[Behind-the-wheel]

In 07...right in that little gap when i was done with the streets and my drug money had dried up and a few weeks before i started my lowly helpdesk job...had just enough money for rent...so i had to stretch like 80 dollars for 3 weeks...

Ramen noodles and faucet water 4 or 5 days a week...mcdonalds might wings and small fry the rest of the week...

Mighty wings and small fry was 3.98...I asked one chick why it was so cheap...she said it was cause "they were trying to get rid of the chicken"...i was super ...

One time I walked in and one of the girls who always worked their saw me and yelled out "YOU WANT THEM MIGHTY WINGS HUH"

I also had two 2 gallon things of milk at the time...not sure why...they were about to expire and i couldn't have that...money wasted...so i bought some cheap ass cereal and ate it over like a week straight...

It was the first week I started my job and I didn't get my first paycheck until 3 weeks...So I ate two bowls for breakfast...then at lunch drove home and ate one bowl...then two more bowels for dinner and depending on how fukked up my stomach was...another bowl before bed...

Between Ramen and Mighty Wings and Milk...thought I was going to die...the stuff that was coming out of my body...man

I also quit all drugs cold turkey cause I was scared I was going to be drugged tested...and i was smoking weed...popping pills...doing coke...man...quitting cold turkey was

There were times when I got home...ate cereal...was so paranoid from withdrawals that i would just pace around my little ass apartment with a gun...for no reason at all...not sleep AT ALL...go to work...basically spend 3 hours taking a shyt...then go home and eat a bowl of cereal...

I look back now like...how i live through this shyt and it's people who live like this EVERYDAY

And that is nothing compared to the shyt my wife went through when she came to america...she was straight up sleeping on random park benches for awhile and almost got forced into prostitution...

Also this other Russian chick I knew who came to the states with basically nothing and was staying at this hotel and was letting this goblin looking dude fukk her for free...one of them types of people you can smell him before you see him

Wow...

 

[BlackPrint]

I've told one person in my life this story. Still embarassed/angry about it to this day (I'm 24 now.)

When I was like 16 my mother put me out the house. I ended up staying with this girl I was messing with family for about 3 months before I started making it do what it do otherwise.

Her mother used to ask for my clothes (to wash them) every 2 weeks and for some reason, I felt like I would be imposing even though she was asking me ( I looked at it like, she makes me food, I'm fukking her daughter and I'm 16 living in their house.. How i'ma ask her to wash my drawers too?), I would refuse and tell them thank you so much but I'll go to the landromat. She didn't mind.

They lived across the street from a park, a big one with mad bathrooms. I would take my socks and drawers and hop the fence into the park(after hours, when its closed), go to the bathroom and wash my underwear in the sink (Using handsoap from the dispener) and then dry them out using the hand dryer. Walking around school smelling like mad palmolive.