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"ur mcm wakes up , it is 3 o clock pm. he rolls over on his twin sized mattress which is on the floor n grabs his weed pipe he got at the indian store. he proceeds to try n hit a bowl w absolutely nothing innit except hopes n dreams. after inhaling some hot air he proceeds to cough for exactly 16 seconds straight. finally collecting himself he sits up and winces in pain as the dried semen from last nights onlyfans session cracks and pulls the small hairs on his tummy. he grabs his samsung milky way x2 from 2013 off his cigarette ash stained nightstand n opens fb. "quarantine or not the grind dont stop , ima chase a bag till they put me in the dirt omm " he posts , completely satisfied w his first fb flex of the day. he goes n peeks in his moms room , thrilled that she is in fact still at work. he walks over to her dresser and rummages thru it collecting $10 in loose change , an ativan , and 3 pall mall ultra light menthol 100's. he lights one immediately. "todays gonna be a good day" he thinks to himself. it was in fact not a good day. he walked a mile away to the nearest convenient store to meet up w his weed man and while sitting outside on the curb a homeless man came up and asked him for a cigarette. he was feeling generous due to his earlier collection of the $10 in change so he reached in his pocket and pulled out the cigarette case which contained the aforementioned pall malls and the $10 bill he had exchanged his change for. upon seeing the $10 bill tucked into the plastic on the cigarette box the homeless man proceeded to snatch the entire pack out of ur mcm's hands and take off in a full , u-could-never-ever-catch-him crackhead sprint. ur mcm started to chase him but after seeing the absolute fukn acceleration that man had produced he stopped in his tracks , defeated. moments later the weed man pulled up only to see ur mcm holding back tears. ur mcm walked up to his driver side window w tears in his eyes and proceeded to tell him what had just happened in hopes he might get a sympathy gram. he did not. the weed man laughed in his face , slapped him for wasting his time , then called him a bitch and told him not to ever contact him again. an attractive young woman , having seen these events transpire from inside the store , walked out and laughed in ur mcm's face while walking to her nissan altima. ur mcm walked back home w his head down and once within range of his home wifi he opens fb again. "real bosses take a L and bounce back #BusinessMind #Entrepeneur" he types. he takes a deep breath and clicks post before putting his phone back into his pocket. the microwave dings as he takes his offbrand ham n cheese hot pocket out. it is still frozen in the middle."