Some Friends and Relatives Ain’t Shit
“It seems as if once you get your foot in the door, the more bullshit you have to deal with.”
I never forgot those words from my buddy Keith.
For DJs wishing for friend support, some friends you don’t want coming to your gigs. Understand this isn’t a complaint blog. It’s an observation. As I blog about people pissing me off during my DJ gigs, I realize a little more than half are people I know personally. Most I knew before my DJ career. Some I met during my DJ career. Yet, both tend to be fucking annoying, especially when they start dictating my song choices. (Let it be known all of my friends don’t behave this way at my gigs, just the few who need to stay home.)
Recently, I’ve been reading about friends and relatives of lottery winners. After winning the state lottery, one man’s brother attempted killing him. Also, after she won the lottery, one woman talked about friends taking advantage of her. She would go out to dinner with them. Then, when the bill came, friends claimed they didn’t have any money, something that never happened before the woman won the lottery. Because of that, the woman stopped going out with them.
As I read books about making money, I realize I may lose friends on my way to success. Isn’t that some shit? All because you got off your ass and made some money for yourself, folks resent you. I read one book forcing me to confront that ugly reality: Friends and relatives resenting you for becoming successful. If I want to become a rich nigger (see previous blog), this is what I have to deal with.
I don’t know about becoming a rich DJ. Yet, I read about DJs making a thousand dollars per gig. These aren’t the producer people we hear on the radio, folks like David Guetta. No, I’m referring to non-producers who DJ weddings and other events.
Still, no matter what happens, I shall remain persistent in becoming a rich nigger. I know there’s something out there that can load some Benjamins in my bank account, a bank account currently at minus five dollars.
As I travel the road on becoming a rich nigger, should I allow resentment and jealousy to block my path? Should I waste time worrying about player hating relatives and friends? Fuck no. I would be a damned fool doing that.