every so often i find myself here surrounded by money i don’t have, people determined to prove how wealthy they are to people they will never see again, and lights that’ll make what’s happening here seem as glamourous as the movies.
yet, it’s all so alluring. i think a lot when i’m here. there’s naked women everywhere. steezy even said it’s like a scene from gta. i’m here with four of my boys. one works here, one is getting a dance, one is trying to take it all in, and the other is talking to me about paul george going to the thunder. a guy behind us has a stack of ones he could barely hold in his hands, maybe $600-$700 if i had to estimate. i noticed his money then looked to see who he was. when i did, he was looking at me in the eye. he looked to be a little older than me, but i couldn’t help but to think how he seemed to look at me in a condescending manner because i was reserved. i guess wisdom doesn’t come with age and age doesn’t come with wisdom, although i’m better off sleeping on these thoughts.
-ratha, 2:39am, 7.1.17