Capitalism & Connections
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Firstly, I want to thank everyone for continuing to participate in this social experiment I’ve been lowkey conducting: separating more sheep from the goats by simply freeing my mind and telling my story. Every blog post, a small number of opps unsubscribe from my newsletter.
I love that for me.
Since I still don’t have a boss over me and can write whatever I want, I’m in a very unique position to share my experiences dealing with various relationships when it comes to how you’re treated whether you have money, or not. For those who are like me, disciplined, and possess real goals and a purpose, I’m going to put you on game about this topic, as I always do so well. I hope it helps.
My Views With Money
TL;DR: I genuinely never give a fuck about money.
There, you can click off the post now.
My real energy and time is currently spent on the 2 people I know for sure who actually love me for me—my mother and father—while they’re still here, and on my creative projects. That’s it.
The long version of these views are a bit more nuanced and articulate than that:
Ex. A: The grift is real.
By the time I turned 30, I made close to a million dollars altogether off of selling my art in secret from the start from various conventions I would attend selling prints and drawing commissions. I told no one at that time. Not even my ex-wife was privy to the actual money I was capable of generating thru the sheer analytics I ran over a decade in our relationship. Right after she did what you see so many “modern women” doing nowadays to faithful and loyal men (cheating on and divorcing them for losers), I went full Chad Mode and accidentally generated close to $400,000 practically overnight (in truth, 1-2 years after I lost all that post-marital depression weight) in contrasting addition to what I’ve made those years with restraint up to that point. Price of freedom, I guess.
Ex.B: I’ve been celibate since this time, ok. :3
I then splurged and partied my life away, traveled around the country and world, smoked weed every single day, and drank and salsa-danced nearly every weekend throughout my time living in Arizona for 5 years. I quite literally drove/flew chicks around and rented out suites with them for shits and giggles. And was a glorified humble vacation spot for the romantic girlfriends I had during that time. (It’s wild how even after doing all that, no one alleged I did anything predatory to them, lmfao. Gee, I wonder why.) Eventually, my convention-traveling days became misaligned with peers trying hard to constantly sell art traveling 50+ cons a year while I was trying to just enjoy myself and hangout with cosplayers at afterparties and shit away from a booth only 2-3 events out of a year. Even said girlfriends started projecting envy on me because they still had bosses to answer to. The irony of that, since I never bossed any of them around when they were with me off the mattress, lol. Good thing I keep receipts anyway.
Ex.C:. I went to Disney World twice as a kid, despite my habitat then. Back when it was not as expensive as it is today. I feel for all of these parents nowadays, because damn...
With that said, I wasn’t always around money. Parents did the best they could with my bro and me; we grew up pretty poor but they made hella sacrifices to get us stuff once every blue moon. Like, the only console and game we had for the longest was my very first: a Super Nintendo and Super Mario World for years— type shit. That’s real love, and why I’m with them again now.
My father was a go-getter himself in his prime. He had multiple honest side-hustles going, whether that was spraying up vermin for Orkin, doing freelance carpentry and remodeling work for people, and various music gigs. So, he was the primary person responsible for teaching me the art of pushing for my own paper. I witnessed secondhand the kinds of bullshit demonic people would put him through on some jobs, whether that was clients trying to swindle him out of money or getting wrongfully taken to court just for the jury and judge to deem him innocent.
So, I know the value of a dollar very well and how to stretch that shit between lights getting cut off and water being shut down directly from my parents. And equally, how to deal with untrusting individuals. I grew up in the hood and was no stranger to seeing a homeless person at the bus stop down the street from me, to extended family pulling some heinous stunts on my folks. This penny-pinching mindset has not left me since. Only difference is that because of never focusing on the financials, I get more pennies to pinch.
How Others View ME With Money
I have no problem meeting people, making friends, or getting women, with or without cash... Ever since I was that aforementioned kid in the accompanying exhibit C, all I have to do is mind my business doing my own thing, sippin’ my juice, and people can’t help but look in my direction. A cute older girl first made me rub my hands on her ass and thighs when I was around the age of 10. People in general always came around and wanted to be my friend alluva sudden when they see me naturally attract some sort of fame, possessions, or women. These entities all come and go just like money itself. Fickle.
So, it baffles me while I observe how people act differently depending on how they view me or on what’s going on in my life. Because to be quite frank, I can look at a pencil and envision dollar signs when the vast majority of folks will look at that same pencil and only see a stick of wood with some lead in it and a pink rubber on top and be terrified to pick it up. Unfortunately (and this isn’t anything special to just the imaginary “art community”), most people in the world are just running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Moving towards whoever got the most clout, influence, or financial success, siphoning their energy and resources, and then on to the next. I’ve long been tired of this kinda behavior, so it’s why I “crashed out” and started calling all that shit for what it was to get everyone away from me.
As an example, before when I was a poor “nobody”, I had no problem attracting girls like the one below. The standards have drastically changed from a social standpoint, but I haven’t been affected by it much whatsoever.
My modus operandi remains the same: I stay on the low, with my head down in my lap with a tablet and keyboard, cooking.
And whenever I look up after a while, there are people watching me on the low.
Ex.D: Always the authentic, kind “open” hoes be the main chicks real with me. Maybe I *should* date one of ‘em…
However, outside of the fun and chill internet girls, my innate, authentic energy is rarely reciprocated. People generally love being around me and using me in whatever way, until I’m not useful to them anymore (because they can’t see a pencil as a stack of cash like I do). Being once called former friends’ and partners’ “favorite person” to later being labeled a villain because they simply couldn’t control me like the popular-internet-term narcissists they are. Free (albeit turned down) offers from both subpar and gorgeous women alike to, and I vaguely quote, “put their pussy on” me and, “you can sleep in the bed with me” to getting ghosted. So, I tend to leave most people be and quietly remove myself from their reality once they reveal the true faces behind the masks.
I used to let this bother me, but I’ve come to understand that it’s impossible for most to reciprocate. They simply don’t move the way I do, experienced life the way I have, or bother to work diligently and consistently to build themselves up the same way. Because if they did, I wouldn’t have experienced that nonsense repeatedly and constantly.
It was never about me. No one cares about any of that shit. To mostly everyone else, it was always about the clout. The popularity. The money.
Now That Everyone Knows…
…the aura I carry is so thick, it can be cut with a knife.
These days, like I mentioned in the previous couple of posts, I’m operating back from the “Rags” position again. I don’t want to hear excuses about how I move and build from scratch anymore now that I’m willfully “broke” again. But the way I see it is: I’m neither poor nor rich. I don’t believe in bank accounts, mainly since I can make 100 bucks appear whenever I want it to. It’s nothing different for me than how I started; only the energy is, as before, pretty much no one knew who I was at all, and now? Everyone who comes across me or my name is aware of the kind of magic tricks I’m able to pull out of my hat. All because I requested simple respect as a person and publicly told a bunch of industry clowns off to go use a popularly insecure hentai artist as a lap dog instead.
Ex.E: One of the sales test results that ol’ girl was congratulating me from during the pandemic off a handful illustrations after I accidentally made that post divorce money… just to pinch myself. I’m totally okay with making a humble 0.35% off of a potential $39 million for that kinda effort. I dare anyone try to tell me to “get a real job”. This is my real job. If it ain’t, then try to do it yourself.
Ex.F: The projection be so real, y’all. Someone’s definitely crying though, and it ain’t me. I sense honesty in that tweet frfr.
Whenever I’m ready to make some money move, all I gotta do is draw up a batch of some furry or video game shit. But it’s never something I bend backwards over. When you’re always around money, or have easy access to it, you tend to see the world through a very different lens. Not many people in general has experienced being the apple of so many eyes all at once for whatever reason. Your average male out there ain’t getting popular e-girls and camgirls in their DMs out the blue, they’re the ones spamming those women’s accounts with DMs hoping for a response. That alone should be a prerequisite to the kinda life I live. I’m still moving in silence on the low as I always have, and there are just so many stories about me online where I pretty much gave up explaining myself. People out there even think I got “cancelled” for selling NFTs. NFTs????? Like, they’re coming up with brand new lies about me every single week, it seems. Where in the world do they even get these rumor ideas? 🤣
It’s allegedly “so impossible” for an innocent dude who started from scratch fair-and-square to make the amount of money I can off my work. All the Onlyfans models have no problem congratulating me... not people and peers in the faux “art community”, though. They’re all so-called fighting for each other’s rights and yelling “kumbaya” into the void— only until one in said community becomes successful off of their own artwork. Then they’re auto-labeled a grifter and scammer because some hatin’ ass, non-drawing butt wipe who overstepped boundaries started it. And I didn’t even disappear. If they deleted those useless, brainrot-ridden social platforms, they’d notice I’m still alive and well making fun of their miserable lives right here, on my professional site, for everyone to read. If they bothered to listen to what I had to say, then maybe they could learn a thing or two on procuring an honest business for themselves too. But nope, they’re still rummaging around on reposting the same tired shit over and over again for #PortfolioDay for finger taps while talking shit about authentic artists who once started from where they currently are and never did that dumb hashtag a day in their lives.
Anyway, I didn’t really ask for any of these side effects, but I’m going to take the good from the bad for it, lol. Plus, I’ve had the benefit of having all the time in the world to watch the same aspiring pros copying nearly everything I do; constantly creep around and lurk on whatever the next thing I’m doing to make a fraction of what I can without telling anyone where they got the ideas, steez, and style from. I’m not mad, I respect the hustle. Get your convenience store bag, boo boo.
I Just Wanna Make Stuff, BrUH.
Ex.G: Wholeheartedly agreed. Zero regrets.
All I care about is creating what I want to make. I make this abundantly clear. I’ve been feeling so good these past few months now that I’m in peace away from all the debauchery and fakeness out there, focusing on my game and wrapping up the Mixbook. Money is always a byproduct of my creativity. Heck, the more I work on Cryamore daily and begin to show it off more, it’s going to naturally dispel all those lies being spread about me even regarding that damn Kickstarter campaign. I’m coming for all of my dues with a vengeance.
One of the two programmers I hired, became close with, and who taught me how to code hit me up out of nowhere the morning right after I showed some students all the work we did on the game last week. He wanted to slide the entire source code we cooked up that he had saved on his drive, which is perfect timing as I’m away from my original development machine stuck in storage in AZ. I can definitely use a lot of those scripts for reference with 2.0.
I hired him when working on the 1.0 version of the game. He recently had his own spiritual awakening moment which I’m not going to get into, but we had a very nice chat catching up about seeing this world from a fresh lens. He now works at Epic Games as a manager with his own team and his life did a complete 180° since last speaking with him. (The other first programmer I hired later left to create Huniepop. Another really great dude, for real. I definitely know how to pick ‘em, huh. LOL). I’m genuinely so happy for him, and he expressed sincere excitement for everything I showed him regarding where I’m at in development in solo 2.0.
I’m always down for others and their accomplishments. It’s such a shame that this is rarely thrown towards me out of everyone I attempted befriending, over jealousy, me being a threat, or whatever dumbfuck reason it is. But as I always say: it is what it is.
The real ones who were behind the scenes slinging thru the mud with me in the hard times will always be the ones who got my back. It’s my turn next.
Ex.H: Not even gonna bother explaining this basic code snippet because most of the people reading this post won’t understand any of it anyway. People can’t even read regular articles for 10 minutes. But, nonetheless… I’m back at it. Just like old times.🤓
To adjourn the topic of this blog post, this is all I gotta say: Majority of creators online are still doing it all wrong. And as I’m getting back in the creative zone again, I’m running out of words to write. Only functions and variables. Sooner or later, the same people talking shit, spreading lies about me, and praying on my downfall (that’s never gonna happen) will eventually come around asking for my help and assistance. Because all they’re going to see are results. I’m not quite sure I would even wanna hire anyone else beyond my composers at this point, since I taught myself the rest of what I needed and saw so many creatives for who they truly are. I guess we’ll see. Yeah, having all the popularity and followers is great and all but hey, like those potential millions, all I care about is the 1% of them. That’s still 5,000+ real entities who are way more ride or die than the rest. Personally, I’m divinely protected and the real will always do their best to support me and what I strive for.
And the fake will fall like flies.
Actually, before we end today’s post, let’s see what AI has to say for once. What should business minded artists do about dealing with evil people when selling their art online, Google?
Ex.I: For “Intelligence”. I guess.
Dang, looks like I’ve been following the rules all along. Guess it’s another case of me not needing AI. That LI just hits different, y’know. Legitimate Intelligence.
With all that said, get ready for a massive slew of fresh summer drops from yours truly. It’s been a couple years since I last “scammed and grifted”.
Siri, play DHL by Frank Ocean.
“…new files sittin’ on my drive, nothing new, yeah… new fobs, and I can’t get down, what to do? yeah…”
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