A game of blunders;

To win the end game, you have to keep playing, no matter who falls..

when you move pawn 1, the clock begins..

whether you are looking at opening E4, C4, E5, or C5.. However you go about it, you’re opening aggressive, two space moves within seconds.. If you’re like me, there’s very little hesitation and you touch piece with certainty.. Whether you love Sicilian defenses, or pizza and walking on fences... or… you just know what it takes to flex your wings like every other bird on the wire looking into the ‘arena’ of racers making laps… being a driver at high speeds is simply keeping track of where you’re at…

The only reason I created a space to share and write, is because I can compose whether at 5 am or midnight, in the same 24 hrs with deep breath in every type(o), and in Dr. Suess etiquette, with no PHD or child’s play manifolds..

I’m mainly passionate and tired of seeing others in my demographic act a ___, anyway, let’s see where this sub-stack post goes..

I lack professionalism and that’s because I lack respect..

It’s nothing personal, it’s not judgement, it’s never any negative vibes from my side, the whole point of sharing this post one is to share that IDGAF.. I think optimally and I hope you accept that as alright..

I started thinking I could make a $100M+, in PFS, at 17, before I knew what PFS meant, through a clothing company I was making, in a building I had hardly any idea what it meant, to my business now and where my heart lies, meanwhile my mother owned no assets and she never wept, except for a few times, I struggled with her diabetes for as early as I could remember, feeding her OJ through straws, as she flopped and rejected any attempts from others.. as her son was her light and that was a lot of pressure, when she started applying her own dreams of actress-y failed into her son who knew no thoughts were coming from his mother..

So if you ever had a challenge with your mother living through you, just know I fought the hardest battle with that, abandoning her after all my possessions were stolen, on isle excursion that happened to last ~2 weeks, as there were no worries there, wet at home there was heroin and drugs I could hardly think, due to the adoption of a man whom my mother took in, couldn’t have been over two decades older than me, like my mother who had me 20 days after turning 20, sharing a 21 year difference in age..

This man was a rat who escaped jail, a marriage with kids, to come wreck my moms life, for a couple of injections into some veins in her whip…

I share transparently because my father never was around, instead he hit me up when I was in Vegas at 21, at an MGM event that Ed Mylett was speaking at, whom I very much decided to go because he would be around…. Anyway, my father asked ‘where might your mother be?’ and instead, I acted a fool, trying to act more in a “look at me” sense.

I wish I never sought outside approval, as I engage more with high PFS individuals, I smell nothing but the same scents on my skin and little to no manure…

Like the men that cycled throughout my mothers life, the ones that had my siblings with her, and are no longer in her life…

At that time, I didn’t even know there was ‘profit’ in real estate.. actually, wouldn’t know that much for a few years later, after multiple failed files, delinquencies, fines unpaid, whatever comes with no mentors and no immediately family to show you the ropes, because inside you knew you were relentless and could step in the ring alone...

You couldn’t even explain a P&L to me in elementary language, that’s how far away I was away from money, yet I was able to land at country clubs, in dinners across the isle, with $100s of M’s in rooms that seemed dummy

Maybe that’s the easiest way to explain why I lack professionalism or respect, because between 18-20, I was in rooms with friends having meals paid by their parents by their last names, while my mom and step father slaved for money, throwing TV dinners and Lasagna in the oven, hamburger helper, whatever served the least grueling, after spending ~8hrs a day standing or running..,

The false ego that is being shed daily, was the result of me finishing my first book personally, that intrigued me greatly (and that’s excluding the Narnia bookset I was so grateful for, in elementary.)

I just wrapped up reading ‘The Magic of Thinking Big’ by David Schwartz PHD, this final paragraph is to just wrap up the in making Bruce Wayne story, and to show how a novice studied relentlessly to grow, as I have a meeting in 15, I must wrap up this show, with or without a type O (as I have 4 min left)

This all started in 2016, at 18, with a screenshot that sits in my late DropBox, attached to my first iPhone 5S that sits in an AF1 shoe-box, below my desk, featuring all the hard copies of screenshots that lay in the cloud, I’m grateful I did the dumb thing when downloading dropbox and attached every photo I did, to that account………

Anywho, have a great week on 2023, and if you made it this far, hope you love me and CRE, as I love you too and the beautiful unique being that you be. May a feather of hope be lifted with ease, as you embark on new trails in this year of relentless-tivity

a sol’s guide in debt

Thank you Tim Grover for a wonderful read, allowing me to reference some random metaphors or acornyms or i did poor in HS english and don’t know anything besides RE terminology, spread love - Driiizzzy 😴🥱💤

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