I don’t enjoy it, but my brain requires it. I have to be forced to get up, get ready, go. If not I’ll rot away as I’ve been rotting for the last 18-months without a job.
Everyone out here acting like they’re capable of self-motivation. Well? If you can do that, go start a business. I could get up and cruise town on trash day, pick up shit for free, flip it at the flea market.
Agreed to go with my wife to her flea market booth this morning. Got up at 6:30, got ready, rolled out. Most productive and happy day I’ve had in weeks. Also, I was forced to get my shit together yesterday to prep for the sale, so there’s that. (Not counting that labor as it needed done in any case.)
Today was a rainy Sunday and we still scored $300, call it $200 profit for sitting around 5 hours, $20/hr. each. Plus, we went shopping without leaving the place. Hit the Mexican grocery booths, got carrots of unusual size (🥕) and fresh cilantro. White dude that grows his own hooked me up with a monster bag of ripe, yes, actually ripe, tomatoes. Black lady sold me a sweet, straw cowboy hat for $15. We made friends, gave shit away, had shit given to us, profitable day!
Had a coworker that would roll out with her husband on trash days, twice a week. They would average $400 for 5-6 hours on a Saturday. “We steal our neighbor’s trash and sell it back to them on the weekend!” They didn’t even leave their hood. That’s about what I made working my ass off for minimum wage ($15), after taxes, 40-hours a week at Lowe’s. And I wasn’t limping into and out of the job site.
Don’t want to work for the man? You don’t have to, but don’t whine at me if you choose to. (I know it’s more complicated than that!)
EDIT: Scored a kickass Levi’s jean jacket from my own wife! (she didn’t charge me)
















GRRRR! I can never find real porn like that!