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More polished turd.i been poor most of my life, and never once did being poor make me go out and buy diamond encrusted fronts for my teeth, nor ostentatious medallions.
when real poor folks are broke, they cut back, sometimes to the bone. shoes are bought at goodwill or on special at payless, or my personal favorite, at the army surplus store for 20 bucks, not $200 air jordans from the footlocker in the mall.
when i was a kid we were on public assistance, and my mother still worked all day, and so did i. you cannot seriously believe that your experience in a tattoo parlour, which by definition deals in fripperies could give you any insight into real poor folks, since poor folks are too busy trying to put food on the table or keep clothes on their kid's backs to drop a couple hundred on fancy new skin art. your clientele were the very heart of the problem, people with plenty of cash for useless adornments, but no interest in saving that money, spending it on bettering their lot, or buying the needful things which they prefer the government provide, so they may continue covering themselves in expensive peacock plumage.
next time youre in the supermarket behind a broad in fancy clothes with an elaborate hairdo and freshly manicured 3 inch manchurian talons and a foodstamp card, ponder how she affords all that shit but still needs, or even qualifies for foodstamps.
First off, I doubt your tale of growing up poor. Anyone that's been poor knows better than to generalize all poor people as gold toothed gangbangers. That's nothing more than thinly veiled racism. They also don't use words like "frippiness," Christ man; you sound like fucking Super Wasp.
Secondly, I never mentioned my clintelle, merely the neighborhoods. Nice attempt at putting words in my mouth. My clientele ranged from street trash to cops and veterans.
Thanks for the view from your ivory tower yuppie