Bitches love money…

One of my favorite kinds of stories to hear is how really rich people dress ‘down’ to go out to a place where they try to fit in like regular folk. No one knows who you are and no one knows your story. You see people for what they really are and you hope they see you for the person you really are.

Brings a lot of things into perspective really. Especially when you see those same people do a complete 180 when they know that they are in the presence of someone with a lot of money or power.

I don’t need to be incognito to realize this. The people that treat you like shit because you have ‘nothing to offer’ aren’t really worth anything. Sometimes it’s nice to be in the situation I’m in. Makes me want to work that much harder for something… and not share it with the people who want it all without having to do any of the work…