Where to begin..
Okay, think of it this way: suppose you have a rich friend, who wears the best stuff, has the
coolest toys and gadgets, drives an amazing car, has an awesome family and support
network, has the best food, other extremely rich friends that hang out together all the time,
always listening to the latest music and seeing the coolest movies.
But you?
You're poor as shit, wear shit, don't have shit, drive shit, got a shit family, shit food, other
criminal shit friends, you listen to Funk, and you're HIV+ for fucking some girl in a party.
It gets better:
In your shit life, you try to copy your rich friend. You buy everything on credit, at times
to pay back in 60 monthly instalments at 500% the original price. You listen to songs
and music you think are cool, based on what your friend listened to, 10 years ago.
You act in a mannerism your friend did, 10 years ago, parading what he was, 10 years
ago, because you finally achieved it - and now you think you're cool.
The best part of all of this? This rich friend you emulate? He's not your friend, you don't
even know him.
You are Brazil, and the rich friend is the US.
Welcome to a BR's life.
