For awhile, I was pimped out, didn't know better, just went where I was told. Got out of that hot mess, and it was basically survival sw. After a few stays in psych hospitals, I got to thinking...what do I want out of life. I knew school and all that wasn't for me. But I set myself a goal. Both short term and long term goals. My goal was to save up enough money to help put my little sister through college. Each day, I would hit the bank, put money in an acct. That little shift in my thinking made every guy, no matter what he wanted, he was just one more step on that ladder to getting her college paid for.

Yeah, some days are slow, some are way too busy, but at least now I don't feel I'm in that survival mode. That thinking made me panic and led to stupid choices. Now that I have a goal, work is better. So set a goal, a better motel to live in, a car, a new car, a nice jacket, something to get you mind out of that survival mode. OK, I'm done preaching. Stay strong and stay safe out there.