by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
I have a few long-term friends who are in a different class than me and it’s…amusing? Class is a lot more abstract and intangible than race because if I blew up with my DJ money, I probably would be more accepted if I was a suddenly wealthy black dude than I would be if I was a suddenly wealthy white dude from a blue collar background.
I just can’t help the past. I just can’t help my background.
No amount of money will change that I went to a public university rather than some elite private college. Fuck that and fuck you if that matters to you. But it definitely matters to the type of people I would want to hang out with if I blew up with my (novel) money and wanted to remake myself in the guise of, say, Thom Wolfe.
I think I’m stumbling into something that has been written about at great length, most specifically in fiction in The Great Gatsby.
The issue is — generally, everything sucks.
Once you reach a certain age, if you get what you want, you don’t get what you want because of age and background. Lulz. Add to this that I’m bonkers and like to drink a lot and, well, even if I get the fame and success that I believe I deserve….the context won’t be want I want it to be.
And never will be.
