Camel/Needle/Hell
How about this, take a fucking breath.
The two women next to me at Starbucks are whispering, loudly, about money and insurance and properties and about whose husband is doing what.
Enough already.
Enough.
And It’s not just them. It’s basically the only thing I hear from everyone, always.
Listen, I know money is important in this life of ours. I’m not a shmuck.
But c’mon man, can you give it a rest just once in awhile?
Please?
It would be nice to hear someone talk half as passionately about art or music or movies or sex as they do about finances.
But no.
We are a society obsessed.
And we’re all in for a big fat surprise that’s hiding right out in the open.
peace bitches,
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OMGabe 
The title was like a mic drop, boom! š
Thank you!
Preach on!
But have you noticed all the dirty looks when money is not the most important thing on your mind? I have!
It’s my life. Of course. Thank you. So much.