I've decided to stop pouting about not having enough money to afford the lifestyle I want.
I think moving from bed-stuy to williamsburg has totally fucked my weltanshuuang. If well liquor and rollies were the bread and butter of greats like Jackson Pollock and Lisa Frank, they should be more than enough sustenance for me.
Instead of wishing I had more money, I should focus on caring for the money I have. Like these kids.