Cheap and Crazy
My friends think I’m crazy.
And they’re half right.
However, let me explain.
In about six weeks I’m going to New Orleans when I know that my black ass should just get drunk in the crib, lift my shirt up and bounce beads off the walls in my apartment and catch them around my neck for the same effect. Because, just like New Orleans, it’s hot as shit in my apartment. It’s always hot in there.
When I first moved in it was almost wintertime and I think I made it to about late March before I looked around and realized there was no damn air conditioner in any of the windows.
I believed that somehow, some way, the heat would leave me alone and I would make it through the scorching summer months unscathed by the humidity we Philadelphians have become accustomed to.
I was wrong.
I kept two fans going all day, one in my living room and the other in my bedroom. Some nights were better than others but ultimately I survived the summer.
Now, it’s summertime again. And my friends are kinda looking at me like ‘OK mu’fucka. To hell with the fans. Get you an air conditioner ASAP’
And you know what I almost gave in and bought one. Until I took into consideration:
A) I’d have to actually buy one.
B) I’d have to deal with an electric bill that I know would skyrocket.
C) I’m going to New Orleans in about six weeks.
I’ve already made certain sacrifices to ensure that this trip happens and I can’t stray from the goal I’ve put out for myself.
I know that my friends are just looking out for me but if I don’t stick to my plan then I won’t have any money to take with me on my trip. It reminds me of the time when I was saving up money to move out of the house. The things I did were for the benefit of something I was trying to accomplish.
Sometimes in life you have to make concessions in the short term for the completion of a long-term goal.
I’ve done it before. The first time I went to London I cut back on my spending and ate Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches for months. Hell, I even sold some of my belongings on the street corner like Tyrone Biggums.
But you know what? I went to London.
I can deal with a little bit of sacrifice if it means I’ll accomplish something that I want to do.
So to my friends I say I Love You, but don’t come over my place this summer unless you want to play a nice game of Who’s Gonna Pass Out Last In This Hot Ass Apartment.
Trust me, you’ll all lose 🙂