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I grew up in 80s America.
The hardest thing for me was leaving the life of a free American. I still love the life. Hot cars, sexy women, and cold beer were all to be had and they were better topless.
Overseas, Americans were treated like movie stars with muscle. We had it all, just for the asking. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody who came here rode along. We had paper bags filled with jewelry stashed in the kitchen. I had a sugar bowl full of coins next to the bed.
Anything we wanted was a phone call away. Cheap, flashy cars. The keys to a dozen inexpensive flats all over the city. Grocery stores filled with gourmet food. Great music filled the airwaves.
We’d spend twenty, thirty million over a weekend and we would either blow our enemies away in a week, or go to the world bank to pay them back with money made on Wall Street.
Didn’t matter. It didn’t mean anything.
When we was bored we would go out and invent some more neat shit. We ran everything. We paid off countries. We paid off the UN. We paid off the World Bank and NATO. Everybody had their hands out. Everything was for the taking.
And now it’s all over. That’s the hardest part.
Today, everything is different. There’s no action. We will have to wait around like every other shithole country for a government check. Can’t even get decent food. Right after I the Covid hit I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup.
And me? I’m an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.
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