By Anonymous

I live day to day by scraping change together, betting online, micro bitcoin investments. I sleep on the floor in a small room I can barely afford to rent, running errands on a $5000 carbon fiber bicycle. Don’t ask how I got it.

The real lowlife is being awake for 42 hours, unable to escape the dark thoughts of never amounting to anything. Knowing that someone’s half-hearted desire to buy the GPU I’ve posted on craigslist determines if I eat that day. Unable to pay my financial obligations, unable to find decent full time work. An employer decides that processing the drug tests can wait a week. Another week of no pay for me. Should I eat, or pay my phone bill?

Dumpster diving and hoarding broken electronics. Spreading them out on the floor of the room while I wait for the soldering iron to heat up. Post them on craigslist with a disposable phone number. I have to get rid of all this shit, I don’t know where I’ll be sleeping tomorrow. Maybe I should take that cash job running less than legal product. Everyone wants something from me. I feel so bad, I can never sleep.

DONALD TRUMP “It has not been easy for me, and you know I… I started off in Brooklyn, my father gave me a small loan of a million dollars.”