One thing my Mother taught me was "why bother showing bitches the light when darkness & hate they came with lending sacrilege to the word, fraught with verses they can't recite, recalling battles they never fought me. I need money, .. trade shitty for end$ or b's. Period, no one helps me put my foot in it to Win shit, why should I compliment & belie the bestowers of my monetary plight hoping that somehow my winged pursuit of "Mammons" happiness will take shape merely because I engineerd my own private, & risky yawning gape at George Jung's hard fought, three times sought utterly tragic & sad tax free, magic, non-imprisoned financial rape of his own Nation, seemingly on clean slate of Latin America's Country who cared for him not leading to the ovation of his ultimate rott under lock & key by the very place he hailed from now bereft of...