Man, I love this damned track. Queen of the Underworld should be my fucking theme song. You know, during my sometimes-good caped up Antihero adventures.
Y’all know that prior to my every now and then Superhero gig, I spent a large portion of my time hustling pharmaceuticals. This is no secret, as that indictment is public record. However, something happened that got me thinking about all of the other shit that hustling handled in my life.
It’s no secret that when you sell dope, you have no shortage of people who can’t pay for it that will do just about anything you ask in order to obtain it. You honestly don’t have to do anything more than get out of bed and start pointing and barking out orders.
Everything from washing your car to bathing the dog can be completed by someone wanting the homegirl hookup. As a woman, it was even more beneficial, because I’m not giving you something because I want to sleep with you. However, you can do that tune up on my car, mow the lawn, and wash out those trash cans for me.
I used to think to myself, “man, if this dude put half as much energy into getting and working a job as he did chasing dope”, but that’s the hard truth of the matter. Rest assured, the second you hand that pill over, you won’t see that dude again until that buzz is gone.
It’s why I never felt bad about having the driveway repaved or the flowerbeds mulched by some dude who was too dopesick to hold a job, but was calling me every morning at 9am for a pill, and never had the cash to pay for it. Yep. I have a whole fucking list of chores you can do, so might as well get started. I don’t want you running out of daylight before it’s done.
Now, as I stand here and look at this fucking vacuum I snapped the belt on and can’t get the new one on, I’m really missing those days. Nobody is going to come change this shit if I call and ask them to.
I guarantee you, though, if I said, “I’m paying in pills”, I would have 8 people calling me back-to-back until I answered the phone, and I would have a vacuum that would suck the carpet off of the damned floor before the night was out.
I know for men, it’s different. It’s 3 or 4 women for every night of the week that will hang around if you sell drugs. I’ve seen it, I know how it goes. But, bruh I miss my hustling days so damned much when I have shit to do that would be 65% simpler if I had a guy to do it.
Then I think about how I’m free to vacuum this damned floor because my ass is sitting right here to the house, and I remember exactly why I don’t operate that way anymore. I will just download the fucking manual in PDF format, and tear all the skin off my knuckles until this fucking belt snaps into place.
Either that, or I’m just gonna hock these words until I can toss this vac and buy a new one. So, anyway, have you subscribed to Ask A Bitchface lately?
Yea. I did that.
-Q
I use a flathead screwdriver to stretch and lever the belt onto the pin, once I get it around the roller. Just so you don’t seriously consider your former alternative to installing it yourself.😉
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