Hustlenomics.

Selling bootlegged DVD's, CD's, weed, shoes, phones, fake clothes, used skateboards, glass pipes, homemade bee-line, hair style service... 1st questions first, "How are you going to pay me, or help me better myself in anyway for that matter?" Cause isn't that wahat pay is anyway. The chance to better yourself in some sort of way. Hustling; trying to some extent to get some sort of leaniance in your direction, as per ease in quality of living, and preserving that. AKA, working. South Florida has made it a big deal, as I'm sure other regions have felt influenced. This economy sucks, or so they say. I'm not too sure what an economy is anyway. Still working the same job for basically the same pay, at least in food industry, and other menial, yet dependant purpose for the economic industry. Sure pay varies between positions of peoples in suits, but for the majority of us, in South Florida at least, shit sucks. Pretty much AIN'T NO WAY to have any sort of position in anything that is self beneficial and productive, UNLESS you already have a FAT wallet, or knew someone with a FAT WALLET enough to send you to school. And go to school for what? For hopes of having a fat wallet to help perpetuate this yummy fatning lard that is America. But it's all good, and we're already past that hate. Fuck that waste of time trying to change shit way past fucked. We're here to abuse the system as best we can. Government funding for education, medical purpose, eating abilities, maybe even housing. Fuck all this and that, hustling is one of the only few way to change your position in THIS society, and hopefully, we always will be... how about you?

this is hustling at its fullest.

What you staring at us for?

So it's like this. And it usually seems to happen on campus, but sometimes at some places like Publix as well (not that there's anything wrong with Publix, cause Publix is hard as fuck), but for some strange reason, whenever people or a person of some seemingly distant hometown sees us, they look at us together as if we're miss-paired. Like, for a fine white male of my caliber, who likes to skateboard and wear str8 legged jeans, that means i should have no business walking with a tall, braod, african american man, who is swaggered out from gold chain, to SB Dunks. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THAT?! Seriously, why the stares? Why the eyes that look like they belong in a mall, grilling some girl with a man some chick thinks is fine. It's all bullshit to me, and the fact of that matter is, that, without dealing with any ego-bullshit, or ideals of what is acceptable, it is in fact possible to meet a person outside of your socio-cultural norm that does in fact give postive feedback to your feelings and interests, and can even agree sometimes, as well as give advice. Because, essentially, Jay and I are exactly the same, cept for the fact that he wears a chain, and I wear keys on a shoe-lace. But shit, we both got SB's.

Jay


Matt