money is a hurtful object...
these rich white kids and their father basically made me feel terrible with my placement in society.
i was promoting this election and making like 110 dollars a day, and i had to cover this rich/racist neighborhood.
i was walking down the street, and these little girls who saw me walking just stopped what they were doing and just went in the house until i was gone. (they even peeked out the window to make sure i was gone.)
then these people who lived in this big ass mansion had drove past me in a golf cart saying "look at this poor ****** kid."
i wasn't even mad at the racism, i have honestly moved from that.
but these people had these gorgeous houses, and i had my shitty apartment.
it was like walking through your wishlist.
they were things you wanted, but you knew it wasn't going to be anytime soon.
i wish i was rich.