"I'm not really into an open heart; Bilta, I'm into an open wallet", I reply as I sit back down on his sofa, "I got bills; a family." » Y G H M®: the stories, yo
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“I’m not really into an open heart; Bilta, I’m into an open wallet“, I reply as I sit back down on his sofa, “I got bills; a family.”

“I’m not really into an open heart; Bilta, I’m into an open wallet“, I reply as I sit back down on his sofa, “I got bills; a family.”

“That’s why you started the private community digitalwebpage?”, he replies as he turns his head back to me and bites his lip.

“Yeah”, I continue speaking as I take a sip of my cold soda, “it just helps out people, yo.  It’s good for everyone–it’s good for me.  You help enough people find success, that they truly want, then you are bound to have your dreams come true.  That’s basically my strategy for how I run this business, Bilta.”

“So it’s just for Dorinto?”, he replies as he turns his head back to the digitalTV and rolls his eyes, “whatever, loser.”

“No! This time it’s going to work–I really feel that I have a good idea this time.  I feel good about this, yo.”

“You are a gambling addict, boss”, he replies as he shrugs, “feelings aren’t facts; opinions aren’t a basis for decisions.”

“I designed a website–it looks all fancy and shit.  I think that it’s going to be a big hit for everyone–I like what I’m doing.  That’s what matters–I am happy.”

“You should just watch more TV”, he replies as he leans forward and grabs a handful of digitalpapitas, “I mean–get a hobby or something.  You don’t really know what you are doing–every week is another idea.  They never work–and, you never work.  Why don’t you go to the heart of the matter–get to what is really happening.”

“What’s that?”

“Boss”, Bilta continues speaking as he pours hot sauce on the papitas, “you have an unrtreated gambling addiction–the real issue is that you are using chances as a plan for success.  That doesn’t work–you have to stop playing the lottery and become the lottery.  It’s a good plan, in life.”

“How would I do that?”

“Consider how lucky you are–how fortunate that you are in your life.  Not compared to anyone else–but, because you’re a piece of shit but you can go to bed and wake up.  Consider how many mistakes that you’ve made in the past; how many bullets that you’ve dodged–consider how things could have turned out very differently with just a small change here or there, yo.”

“Like what?”

“Only you know, boss”, he continues speaking as he puts the digitalpapitas into his mouth, “ultimately–you will have to accept that you are lucky; you are not a loser.  It doesn’t matter what anyone else says–where your locus of control lies–but, instead, you need to just take a breath and feel gratitude.”

“Because I’m awesome, yo?”

“No”, he replies as he rolls his eyes, “because you aren’t.”

He pauses; he leans forward and picks up his cup; he takes a sip of soda; it tastes more refreshing this time.

“But”, he replies as he turns his head back to me, “because you aren’t great, nor talented and you don’t really have much right to be where you are right now.”

“On your sofa?”

“Yup”, he continues speaking as he looks out the window in his studio apartment, “your wife kicking you out of the house is not my problem.”

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