Last year someone gave me a pair of Sennheiser headphones—dead ass gave them to me. I was ballin’. I got to be a homeless person with an iPhone 12 and a pair of Sennheisers. And then my idiot friend set off a series of unfortunate events that resulted in the loss of my headphones, along with everything else I owned at the time.
So last month when this very sweet devout Christian saw a comment of mine about being a homeless drug addict, and sent me $300. I bought a new pair of Sennheisers on Mercari. I’m pretty sure it was the same model even.
I finally got around to checking my mail and—the headphones are fucked off. They won’t pair or fucking anything.
I had to fight the screaming urge to slam them on the ground.
Even if I hadn’t dude, that money wasn’t going to last long. Between survival-related supplies, laundry, food, my Spotify subscription, and your mom’s OnlyFans, it goes quick.
I may be about to become more self sufficient soon though.
Also, without my chapo friends sending me money I’d be extremely depressed and malnourished, and I’d just keep going downhill.
o7 thank you for the support