#elbaoricua

lately. my food truck is parked in front of my house. i don’t even know if it will ever open. this stupid goverment and their permits. it seems that u have to have a shitload of money or know someone really important or suck a lotta dick to get a location permit. in the meanwhile all the money my gf and i lovingly invested is kinda gone. so here we go again, back to work for the man.. i just wanna be the boss of me but i guess it’s not happening for a while. sometimes i just wanna move outta this damned island nation that i love but it is slowly dripping at and breaking my spirit. i’m not getting any younger, this is do or die. i know without struggle there is no story but fuuuuuuck how much more??? i just wanna do what i luv which is cooking from the heart and yes, make some money while at it. i want this so bad, i don’t wanna give up but today, today sucks and i can rant and fight and be depressed if i want to. i deserve at least one day to fucking get loose… cry and shit.