Book Synopsis
Mission Statement: by Mr. Broke
Every time I get some Damn money in my pocket, here comes Mr. Broke. Sometimes I get so mad, I want to punch him dead in his eye socket. Telling me how to spend my money. Are you serious? I am not laughing, and this shit isn’t funny.
I swear he only does this to me. Like he has got a GPS taped to my back. If this shit keeps up, I am going to have to hit the streets and get this money back. I live paycheck to paycheck, paying the minimum balance on all my bills.
Not because I am cheap. After paying rent, gas, and school. I still need to eat.
The fellas call me up, wanting to go hang out and have a good time. After further evaluation (check money in my wallet) I cannot spare a dime.
So now here comes Mr. Broke, with his hands out, looking for that all mighty dollars. Give me a break man. I need to do my laundry. My clothes got ring around the collar.
My lady was unhappy in our relationship. So, she made me choose between her and Mr. Broke. (Get more money)
I tried to hide my money in places I thought he would not look. like in my sock draw, under my mattress, or hidden in my book.
I give, give, give. All you do is take, take, take. I am fed up with Shit. I am at my wits end. Close to a psychotic break.
She told me that she could not be with no broke ass Niccah. I work all the Damn time. “How do you figure?”
It is probably for the best. Things began to go sour. All she ever did was nag, nag, nag. Minute after minute. Hour after hour. So, fellas heed my warnings. learn from my mistakes. There is a Mr. Broke on every corner, city to city, state to state.