Have you ever been hongry?
I am not talking about the kind of hongry you get between lunch and supper, I am talking HONGRY.
As in “I have no damn clue where my next meal is coming from” type of hongry.
And it ain’t fun.
Let me clarify something here.
I have been on every rung of the Economic Ladder except the Independently Wealthy Rung. I have been fairly well-off, I have been dirt poor, I have been flat broke….and all points in between.
It was during my stint on the Broke Ass Motherfucker Rung of the Economic Ladder that I discovered what it was truly like to be HONGRY.
Have you ever been so damn penniless that when you finally got to eat a baloney sandwich that your taste buds thought you were eating a T-bone from Ruth’s Chris?
All I can say is that that was one mighty fine baloney sammich.
Even during my most desperate economic woes, I never resorted to chicanery so I could eat. My Mama brought me up better than that.
Rodney Fowler evidently didn’t listen to his Mama like I did mine.