Death is Always Looking for People

“Death is an equal opportunity employer.”
Although The Chemical Buddha had several money earning ideas in the works, he started to get a little worried about how he was going to buy his drugs, hookers and Twinkies. As he contemplated how easy the rich have it, he realized that rich or poor, we all die. This line of thinking submarined any goals he had of becoming rich, because, what did it matter? He would die someday anyway. As a result he focused more on living and less on earning one. (Which didn’t make sense to him anyway. Because how does one earn a living if you’re already alive?) It was stupid shit like this that The Chemical Buddha pondered in between bong hits and shots.
Are you alive or just earning a living?
What is the end goal of what you are trying to earn?

God is my Sugar Daddy

“God wants me to be rich.”
When The Chemical Buddha looked around, he figured God liked some people more than others. Because how else could you explain all the God fearing people who made their money off the backs of others? As far as TCB knew (he wasn’t anything close to a biblical scholar but he did take several Bibles from motel rooms to use as rolling papers) the Bible didn’t mention anything about the virtues of material wealth. In fact, it seemed like all the rich people in the Bible were punished. He figured God must have changed his mind on that one when he saw that when the rich tithed 10% he got some plush houses of worship. So, although he didn’t believe in God, he starting praying God would make him rich.
Do you think God wants and doesn’t want you to have certain things? If so, what?
If you don’t control your own destiny, who do you think does? If you control it, what do you need to do to get what you want?