How to survive as a broke dude in the elite society?

The memoirs of an aspiring celebrity,...... there is one thing you must understand. nothing is as you were told. half the stuff you're told is to keep you from doing something stupid, the other half is just plain selfish crap to keep you from discovering all you can be. what goes around doesn't always come back around, what goes up sometimes says up.they say better late than never but sometimes not ever knowing is better. January 17th 2018, before all the new years resolutions and all that crap, am home thinking where the blazes am I gonna get tomorrows dinner. one thing you must know about me is i live almost two different lives. behind the closed doors of my cheap apartment strategically located in a wealthy hood, am a broke-ass nigger with lost dreams of becoming a star. to the rest of the world am the realest deal socialite from a well-to-do family who knows all the celebrities in town. all the girls hang around hoping to "know me better". ai gwll ma friends wish they had my life but they have no idea what hustles go on behind my closed doors. anyways, where were we, yes... january 17th... wheres food tomorrow gonna come from... I get a call from my good friend J, now J is the real deal. he knows n is known by everybody in the elite society. he has a celebrity gig he needs my help with. i have exams this whole week but i need the dime so i say sure why not ill be there. i am very aware that i dont even have money to get me to the gig location. i get a boda guy to take me n tell him i'll pay him when he picks me after. fast foward to the end of the night, i call the boda guy n he says he's done for the day so i get another bods guy. next day i look for the guy n i cant get him. J calls again n this time its at a 5 star hotel... thats another story to tell in its own but all you need to know about that day is i get to eat a hearty 5 star feast n on my way back i manage to lose both my phone charger and all the money id made that night. somehow i have just enough to pay the boda guy who takes me home. Fast foward again to friday 19th, the whole thesis of my writing today. this friday i have a solo gig im rushing to prepae for. the friend of mine who'd promised to get me the guitar id use to rock this gig isn't coming through so i call him to find out whatsup n he casually metions that theres been a change of plans n hes gonna need to not gimme the guitar. fortunately id already prepared a plan B. unfortunately though, my plan B was another friend who needed quite a bit of transport money to get me a guitar, also his guitar had a dead battery issue. so i need his transport money and i need money for a new battery. y'all now see why it was important that i mention that id lost money the previous day so now i'm currently outa money.. go figure. I go chill at yet another friends place trying not to freak out as i wait for this no battey-ass-havin guitar with no money. long story short, guy arrives n delivers the guitar. i ask him to give me whats left of the money he has n this other guy also gives me what he has n we buy a battery... nothing to worry about cuz im going to do this gig n get paid n pay them back n have plenty to spare right? so we rush to the gig venue to prepare, i find out they are missing a guitar chord so i run back home to get it... im starting to freak out cuz its getting late n i dont have enough for a boda. anyways, i get there somehow n get the chord n thanks to GOD, theres my neighbour who also happens to be a police officer sat there on his official issue police motorbike.. i beg him for a ride i get turned down. i know i have no time to keep begging so i keep walking. to my suprise, police neighbour starts the bike n pulls up next to me n says"youre soo gonna get me in trouble for this" i smile n jump on the back. half way there we pass by the boda guy i mentioned earlier who took me n never got paid. he turns his motorbike n comes after us. i tell my police ride i owe that guy money n im late n besides i dont have his money on me right now so whatever you do dont stop. Police guy replys very smugly n tells me to relax assuring me that the other guys boda isnt nearly fast enough to catch us. we keep going... i look back three times n the guy is still after us. i stop looking back n as soon as we get to the venue entrance i jump off in dispair n run inside thinking God what kinda life is this. fast foward to the event, im ready to do my thing, i get informed that some other celeb.. big shot is coming to do this same show... usually its a good thing cuz id be performing with a celeb, it'd appear tasteful on my social resume. this time im thinking "there goes my payday" i had too much riding on this... had to pay back the dudes who contributed to the guitar battery, i had to pay the boda guy who'd chased me all the way here, i had to get dinner n i'd forgotten to mention i'd ordered a fancy hoodie that i was hoping to pay outa this gig.... there it all goes... what to do, what to do..... to be continued........ (look out for the next post for the rest of the story)

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