YUP!!! I stole them tacos, and I'll do it again!!!!
I remember when I was about 21 or 22 at UNO (Univ of New Orleans) and was going through my poor student stage. I was taking about 9 or 10 hours at school and working about 50-60 hours a week driving a taxi and still not being able to make ends meet. **If anyone has been a cab driver they’ll know that you have to work certain hours of the day, long hours, and a minimum of 6 days a week to make any money in that business. A lot of the profit is used up in maintaining the taxi. For me, unfortunately, my classes were during those peak hours so I struggled financially. I needed the flexibility of working whenever though so I stayed in the business** Anywayz, there were some days where I didn’t even have enough money to eat, so what did I do? A spic had to steal. There was a Taco Bell on campus back then and it was easy stealing tacos and burritos cuz the register was in a separate area from where u ordered the food, and they way they set it up, you’d get the food first then pay. Well, in route to the register I’d pocket all the food I’d order and walk right past the register. As I’d walk out of the building I’d start digging in… into my pockets and then the tacos, that is. One day a girl saw me and started talking all loud to her friend as they walked behind me. She was mentioning how cheap that was and that that was so pitiful, etc. while not saying words like “he” as to not directly make her conversation about me, nahmean? Well, that shit set me off. I turned around and asked her, “Man, what do you know about me and my situation? Yeah that shit is pitiful and shit but this is all I’m gonna eat today. To add to that I aint eat shit in 3 days!!!” She then stated something about me getting a job so I can buy food then. I then told her that I do work and that I probably work more than she’ll ever work but I don’t make enough money at my job cuz school gets in the way. What was I supposed to do, quit school? FUCK NO!!! Anywayz, the argument ended with her shuttin her fuckin mouth up and me the victor, in my eyes at least. I mean, what could she say if someone was trying all they could but had few alternatives. To take her side of the argument however, there may have been ways around having to steal the food. Maybe I could drop a class and work a little more, maybe I could sell a little more dope, maybe I could have applied for food stamps, etc. All I know is, those alternatives weren’t going to feed me at that moment and a nigga was desperate.
Regarding the alternatives, I could have applied for stamps but that shit takes forever to kick in. By the time I would have gotten any, I’d look like a damn starved Holocaust survivor. On top of that, I wanted to graduate as soon as I could so dropping a class was out of the question; and, popular to contrary belief, selling dope doesn’t really bring in that much money. Allow me to explain……
The drug market is actually saturated with dealers. Any nigga that flaunts all this loot from hustlin’ dope on the skreets actually has to take that big ass roll of benjis and reinvest most of it into more dope for him to sell or pay the bulk of it to the guy he’s sellin for. That’s why all that Scarface Tony Montana shit is nothing but a dealer’s dream. Most niggas get sent to jail before they come anywhere near that status, or they get blasted. I look at the game like corporate America. You have all these nickel baggers (administrative assistants and gofers) at the bottom of the totem pole. They do most of the work, get little recognition, are expendable, and get paid the least. Most will stay in those positions. Then you’ve got your dealers (Jr. Executives) who get katz to sell for them. These katz do a little less trivial work but get paid decent amount of money. They have some status but are still pawns compared to their distributors (managers) who get larger amounts of dope (work/accounts/projects) and are actually held accountable for sectors on the street (in the business). Then you’ve got transporters/importers (marketing big wigs or big account salesmen) that are divided into statewide (regional) distribution or drug importing (international accounts). These katz get paid nice loot for their risks cuz they usually deal in large bulks of product (large accounts). On top of it all you have the Tony Montanas (the CEO’s) of it all. They make the decisions of what gets sent where, how much is sent, who gets what, who gets done in (fired), what risks to take (marketing or investment risks), who they buy from, etc, etc, etc. These are the big money makers, the one’s every nickel bagger wishes he could be and every Jr. Exec tries to be. These people are held accountable for everything that happens within the business though so they have the most to lose. But like CEO’s, only a few make it to those positions and it’s everyone’s dream to be one, one day. Many katz I knew were reaching for that goal and just about all of them either got sent to jail or never had an opportunity to break out of their position on the totem pole…sooooo, that’s what made me go back to school. I figured my chances are better in the working world plus I don’t risk jail or death due to my career choice. Anyway, enough about that shit…
The Saga has entered the blog world. Like most of you have probably disclaimer-ed, expect typos, lack of ideas some times, lack of drive to update my blog, statements that you may not agree with, etc. I plan on using this thing to voice my opinion about shit. Lately what’s been on my mind has been the difference in lifestyle as far as my past and my present, my career, guy #1 and guy #2 (#’s 35 and 36 on the 100 list), women and their form of thinking, stuck up people, my inability to commit, and my value as a person. Expect to read about those issues whenever I decide to write… at least until something new pops into my life. I’ve enjoyed several people’s blogs and am so impressed by Diggem’s clique (that’s what I call everyone on her sugar list) and their writing skills. I hope I’m able to entertain yall as much as yall entertain me. If not then I guess we’re not blog-ually compatible. This is The Saga signing off. Good evening………and good night.
Regarding the alternatives, I could have applied for stamps but that shit takes forever to kick in. By the time I would have gotten any, I’d look like a damn starved Holocaust survivor. On top of that, I wanted to graduate as soon as I could so dropping a class was out of the question; and, popular to contrary belief, selling dope doesn’t really bring in that much money. Allow me to explain……
The drug market is actually saturated with dealers. Any nigga that flaunts all this loot from hustlin’ dope on the skreets actually has to take that big ass roll of benjis and reinvest most of it into more dope for him to sell or pay the bulk of it to the guy he’s sellin for. That’s why all that Scarface Tony Montana shit is nothing but a dealer’s dream. Most niggas get sent to jail before they come anywhere near that status, or they get blasted. I look at the game like corporate America. You have all these nickel baggers (administrative assistants and gofers) at the bottom of the totem pole. They do most of the work, get little recognition, are expendable, and get paid the least. Most will stay in those positions. Then you’ve got your dealers (Jr. Executives) who get katz to sell for them. These katz do a little less trivial work but get paid decent amount of money. They have some status but are still pawns compared to their distributors (managers) who get larger amounts of dope (work/accounts/projects) and are actually held accountable for sectors on the street (in the business). Then you’ve got transporters/importers (marketing big wigs or big account salesmen) that are divided into statewide (regional) distribution or drug importing (international accounts). These katz get paid nice loot for their risks cuz they usually deal in large bulks of product (large accounts). On top of it all you have the Tony Montanas (the CEO’s) of it all. They make the decisions of what gets sent where, how much is sent, who gets what, who gets done in (fired), what risks to take (marketing or investment risks), who they buy from, etc, etc, etc. These are the big money makers, the one’s every nickel bagger wishes he could be and every Jr. Exec tries to be. These people are held accountable for everything that happens within the business though so they have the most to lose. But like CEO’s, only a few make it to those positions and it’s everyone’s dream to be one, one day. Many katz I knew were reaching for that goal and just about all of them either got sent to jail or never had an opportunity to break out of their position on the totem pole…sooooo, that’s what made me go back to school. I figured my chances are better in the working world plus I don’t risk jail or death due to my career choice. Anyway, enough about that shit…
The Saga has entered the blog world. Like most of you have probably disclaimer-ed, expect typos, lack of ideas some times, lack of drive to update my blog, statements that you may not agree with, etc. I plan on using this thing to voice my opinion about shit. Lately what’s been on my mind has been the difference in lifestyle as far as my past and my present, my career, guy #1 and guy #2 (#’s 35 and 36 on the 100 list), women and their form of thinking, stuck up people, my inability to commit, and my value as a person. Expect to read about those issues whenever I decide to write… at least until something new pops into my life. I’ve enjoyed several people’s blogs and am so impressed by Diggem’s clique (that’s what I call everyone on her sugar list) and their writing skills. I hope I’m able to entertain yall as much as yall entertain me. If not then I guess we’re not blog-ually compatible. This is The Saga signing off. Good evening………and good night.
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