Been lived that life. Got sober at 32, now I’m 39. I feel like you can run the streets without doing any of those things. Running the streets is literally just that. And avoiding all responsibilities while doing it. But the effects of running the streets can haunt you long after you stopped slanging, smoking weed and drinking too much, hanging with the wrong crowd. You might be a felon as a result. Have a fukked up work history with no marketable skills. You don’t go from stopping running the streets to being comfortable suburban home owner overnight. Especially not for the younger generations Y and Z. Life is a gamble regardless.
My homies that didn’t give up the bar, the bottle, the pills, the drug game etc. been dying for years. From what I seen, old heads that don’t give up the streets just end up alone in a Section 8 apartment begging for change outside the liquor store. Sitting around all day taking about the NFL, the NBA, how rude kids are and how crazy they dress. The hardest drinkers/druggies die around 50 years old and it usually hits them fast. One day their healthy, the next they got a hole in their throat and lost 50 pounds walking with a cane looking 96 years olds at 53.
