Poor

Lately I’ve been reminiscing the simplicity of weighing out dimes and twenty sacks on an old Tupperware container that doubled as a coffee table. My only concerns back then were wondering how long before the cops came to kick in my door or coming up short. The place was wreck, and my life as a whole wasn’t much better—but you knew where you stood. Now, I’ve gotten older and the lines have become blurred more and more with age. The realities of this world, and the next, have settled in—and I find myself missing the simplicity of harder days. I miss the ignorance of my youth.