If I could turn back time...

If I could turn back time...

If I could find a way...

I'd take back all the money I loaned you,

And I'd say;

I don't know why you don't get a job,

I don't know why you're a big fuckin' slob.

Every word you speak fills me with hope,

But in the end I'm just a big fuckin' dope.

I didn't really want to loan it to you

I just wanted you to go away...

When I think about it, it makes me cry and that's why;

If I could turn back time!

If I could find a way!

I'd take back all those words that I told you

And I'd say;

You gotta go get a job!

No not working for me, Bob!

We all hate you, can't stand you, please leaaaaaave!

Like we all want you too...

(If I could turn back time)

My world was shattered, I was torn apart

Like someone took a knife and drove it deep in my heart

When you lie, say you're starving and broke,

Next thing I see you're partying, and doing coke!

But I lost every thing, darlin', then and there

Too proud to tell you I was wrong

Too proud to tell you I fell for that song

I know that I was blind, I know I should have known!

If I could turn back time

If I could find a way

I'd take back all the favors I did for you!

And I'd say;

Get the fuck away from me,

Don't ever come back around

You're a looser, you're lying, you're trash!

Just a leach, looking for your next victim, too bleeeed!

If I could turn back time

(If I could turn back time)

If I could turn back time

(If I could turn back time)

If I could turn back time, ohh baby

I was so fresh and new!

I didn't know, people could be, so scummy!

LIKE YOOOOUUUUUU!

But ohh

If I could turn back time

If I could find a way

I'd take back all I gave, and I'd warn you-

I'm the best friend a friend can have.

I'd do anything for a friend in need.

But when you lie to me, when you spit on me,

Like you always do!

If I could turn back time, if I could find a way

I'd take back everything I ever did for you!

If I could put you behind bars! I'd leave you far away!

Then you'd leave me, leave me, leave me the fuck alone!

If I could turn back time, if I could find a way

And maybe, maybe, maybe you'd stay away!

If I could put you behind bars...

I want to acknowledge a few people, and damn many many others. So, without further delay, here we go.

For every person who cried me a sob story, begging me for money to help you out...

And once I loaned it to you, I got to see all your social media posts about the restaurants you were eating out at, and the fun entertainment venues you were then able to go to, and then the trinkets and the baubles you were able to buy for yourself...

FUCK YOU.

Do I expect you to pay me back? No. Not even way back then. Because if I didn't have it, I wouldn't have given it to you. I had it. I had it, and so much more. And you didn't. All the fun things you did, all the great places you got to go out and eat at, all the experiences, everything, all of it... was because of me.

And do I think you'll ever acknowledge that? Nope. But I do. I know, every time I look at the way you can't get by, the way you've burned every single bridge you had, the way people ask "What happened to so-and-so?" and I simply smile and ask... who? I know. I know who I am. And I know the only reason why anyone ever knew your name, was because you conned them into giving you something, or because I made it possible.

Do I think you're grateful for what I gave you? The help? The money? The favors? No. NO, see, people who are grateful, pay back those people who have helped them out. You never did that. None of you ever did that, except one. One person. And that one person, has my eternal gratitude, for they proved that there are good people, who deserve help, when they need it.

For all of you who don't know what I'm talking about, let me explain it to you.

If you fall on hard times, you have people in your life whom you can ask for help. Usually, these are family members or friends. Now, family is family, but it's not an endless gravy train like some of you filthy disgusting layabout's think it is. But for all of you who take advantage of your family like that, you'll see. You'll get what's coming to you, in the end. But when the person you turn to is a friend, a true friend, they'll do anything for you. And a lot of time, they don't have family to rely on them, so they find a moment when they're needed, and they feel like they can help you out.

Now here's the key. When a family member or a friend helps you out... it's not a pass to abuse their good graces. It's not a symbol of weakness. It's their strength, helping your weakness. It's them being gracious enough to give you what they have (Favors, money, advice, influence, connections, opportunity, etc) and knowing that you will become better for it. That you might succeed, and become, on level with them. And should something happen in the future, when they need a hand up, their hope, is that you'll be there for them, like they were there, for you.

With that one exception, none of you scum sucking bottom feeders have ever come close to fulfilling your unwritten obligation, as a brother, as a friend, as a confidant, as a fellow human being. Over and over I helped you out, and over and over, you asked for more. You asked and you asked, and you asked again. And so, now, the answer is no. Not just "no" like, "Ohhh, I really wish I could but I just don't have it..." but... more like this; "I wouldn't piss on your burning corpse, to help you put out the dumpster fire you've become. I have the money. I have it. Will I give it to you? FUCK NO. Stop sucking on that fucking vape, or cigarette, or whatever else it is you're sucking on, and go suck some cock for a few dollars. Then, take that money, and go pay your own fucking bills. Go buy a bag of rice, soak it in room-temperature water for eight hours. There. You've got food. No, no, it's food. What you want, is flavor. Yeah? Fuck your flavor! Go get a fucking job, WORK and make money. Then you can have flavor. Oh, and if I didn't already mention it, pay your own fucking bills!"

To the person I loaned $500 to pay the rent, and GAVE an extra $300 to help you out, and the advice, the hours of me telling you EXACTLY how to make your own business, off of my idea, and how to succeed... you missed your chance. Years before Shipt, I gave you the idea. You had a vehicle. You had gas money. You were jobless, aimless, sitting at home crying because nobody would hire you. All you had to do, was use the printer and paper I gave you, take my advice, and go fucking do it. I told you it'd be slow at first. Within a month you'd have orders. If you still needed help, I'd help, but I wanted you to succeed. How heartbroken was I, when I learned you took the $800, stiffed the landlord, moved into the next place that would take you with that sob-story you were telling, and went right back to working that shit-hole job. Nice to know, 10 years later, you're still working the same shit-hole job. In fact, you now work for a friend of mine, half your age, for less money. God bless your dumb ass.

To the person I loaned money to repeatedly. I told you the last time you told me "Oh I'll pay you back. I will. I don't know how, but I will..." I said, "No you won't." And when you said you would, again, I said, "no. No you won't. I don't expect you to. You owe me thousands, but the gift you gave me all those years back, made it possible for me to make it to the place I am now. You might not deserve this but, I don't think you'll ever pay me back, and honestly, I don't expect you to. I've written that off. Don't even worry about it." And when you asked for a loan, I gave it to you. And when you asked to work for me, and couldn't even hack it like a 15 year old school boy following a simple classroom exercise, I knew, you lacked the brain power to do anything effectual. You had the drive, you had the slick-as-butter smooth-talking youthfulness, before you got full of yourself and became a male chauvinist women abusing piece of dog shit that you are. Everything you have now, has been given to you. You'll most likely die a burned-out husk of the man you once were. Nobody respects you anymore. Nobody even remembers you. And nobody cares. I barely care enough to write this, but for these last words of mine. Good bye, and good riddance.

To those who ask me if I can help them out, the answer is unequivocably, NO. No, I might have a few years ago, but not anymore. When people wonder why some millionaires don't marry, or have children, or give their money to charity, this is the reason why. FUCK THEM. They didn't earn it. They took and took and took, and never even thought to try and pay them back. When a millionaire dies and leaves his pet millions of dollars, it's simple. That little pet gave that millionaire every second of its attention, and rarely asked for anything else in return. And if the millionaire gave the pet a treat, that pet returned the favor in happiness, appreciation, love and affection. In many ways, pets are much more human, than we humans are. And the saying goes, "A dog is a man's best friend." For most of us, our dog, is our only true friend. Our only true, loyal companion.

Lastly, I must say this. I've taught my children, to be kind, caring, and compassionate. To help others, through actions of gratitude and help. But I have also warned them against those who seek to ask, beg, and cry for help/money/favors, without any intention of ever paying it back. And my new philosophy is this; If you ask for money, you're asking the wrong person. The answer is no. If you tell me your woes and I give you advice, and you don't follow it, too fucking bad. If we talk, and you tell me you tried your best, you did what I recommended, and it didn't work, and you're at the end of your rope and you have no idea what you're going to do... I'll give you my best recommendation. But If I see you struggling, but you're working hard for it, you just can't seem to get your head above the water... you'll find my hands pulling you out. It's not a loan. I don't ever expect to be paid back. Because it's not my place to teach you how to be a human being. That part, is all on you.