“Money is the root of all good times.”
Before The Chemical Buddha was able to turn his lifestyle into a lucrative means of supporting himself, his life was in the shitter. He could no longer afford the sex, drugs, and food he’d become accustomed too. So he was relegated to huffing gas out of the neighbors car, buying Nutty Bars from the discount bread shop and masturbating. For TCB, this was his rock bottom. And while he could have blamed himself for the situation he was in, it was much easier to blame his fascist boss that made him quit. Or the greedy credit card companies who ruined his chances of getting more credit cards or even a credit limit. Yes. It was everyone else’s fault he wasn’t having a good time.
Who do you blame for your life?
What hard truths might you have to accept about yourself in order to move on?
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