Morning, Fam…
So, you guys’ve
heard the saying everybody gets their 15 minutes of fame, right? OK, so what’s up with these peeps that get
more than their 15 hangin’ their asses out there with their BADass attitude and
everybody eats it up. Yeah, Cash Outside
Girl, if I was a teen, I’d be conflicted.
I’d have to decide whether I wanted to hookup with her because she
thinks she’s a badass, of course, after she got tested for every STD, OR, whether
I’m gonna buy a front row ticket to watch the inevitable gang of chicks and/or
guys beat her ass down. As an adult, the
easy answer’s I’d but the VIP ticket to watch her getting the beating her
parental units failed to dish out before they lost control. If she tried to run away, which most poser
badasses do, I’d throw her ass back into play.
Now, she’s their meal ticket, so she’s in the clear no matter what shit
she pulls.
Logan Paul falls into this
category. Until Youtube got tired of his
shit, he ran roughshod. Yeah, he
probably didn’t lose followers. News
flash, he has so many, a couple sloughing off, he could care less…as long as he
has a few 0s rolling in.
The Biebs ran in
this crowd, pissing in public and egging neighbors among other cray cray, until he re-found God. Now,
how long this train of thought’ll last, who knows.
My point, we
reward people for their shit while good people’re white noise. BUT, I’ve also noticed that when people are
done, they’re REALLY done…SO, like I was telling Ashley, eventually shit
catches up to you and you’ll have to answer, also, treat people right on your
way up, because those you did wrong WILL be waiting for you when you come down.
That 15’s
fleeting. Enjoy it.
Be good to
each other.
-J-
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