 My COUSIN BOBBY was buried in a designer suit, but he died broke. He made plenty of money using his boomer generation MBA to get good jobs at Ford Motor Company and later at Honda in Marysville, Ohio. He loved automobiles. His gas-guzzling Jeep Cherokee was spotless, but hardly paid for. He had maxed out most of his seven credit cards on designer clothes.Bobby was always as clean as his Mama's chitlins. He was divorced and faithfully paying child support for his two beautiful children. His definition of community service was when the community was helping to serve his monthly sales quotas. Bobby had some good, honest side hustles, but he was always running on empty. His well-appointed two-bedroom condo north of Columbus, Ohio, ate up nearly half his take-home pay. So his lifestyle meant he was good at robbing Peter to pay Paul. ...read more |
 
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