I was born in a small town where the jobs available were: drug dealer, welfare bum, drunk.
I grew up watching the old man and his friends smoke weed, snort coke, and drink their faces off. I hated mornings because I had to jump over bodies that were strewn about our apartment to get ready for school. More often than not, there was no food, and it wasn't uncommon for me to stop by the dump on my way back from school to grab whatever food was least spoiled. Pizza was my favorite.
I finished school and took a trade. It wasn't great money, but it was enough to live alone and eat. Then the graduated raises started coming. I went to trade school. I met my wife at a cafe at 3 in the morning when we ordered the same thing at the same time. We had kids. I kept going back to school to finish my trade and finally got my red seal. Money was tight as fuck at times but we made it. My wife finished university and got a job with the city.
At NO POINT did drug dealing or being a fucking low life enter into my mindset. I wanted better for myself and I fucking did it. I might not be some high paid exec, but I earn good money and I did it the right way. Now my kids are getting ready for college or university, and that's because they wanted to be better than their old man. And fucking good on em for that too.
Niggers always need an excuse for being niggers.