I grew up in a small city surrounded by giant condos and gated communities but the city I was in was populated with poor people so they all acted really superficial and prefended they were rich and looked down on me cuz I never did (my parent's didn't, their's did, because who your parents were was actually an important thing there
rolleyes
now I don't put up with fake-a** people
when I was 13 I moved to a teeny-tiny little close-knit community where I was only initially accepted because my half-brother had ties there
my entire 4 years of highschool was in this tiny town, went from a class of 380+ to SEVEN. the entire school was K-12, 64 kids (less and less each year since I moved there)
I really loved it, my teachers gave a ********, my peers didn't all have gold-painted sticks shoved up their asses, everyone was chill and laid-back, down to earth
that had a much larger affect on who I became than that shithole town I came from, but I still carry a rock with me from my hometown so I remember the s**t I've risin out of
lol
no, more like reminding me how materialism will never bring me happiness
anyway, I dunno what their saying is, but heres their rock:
(its a Petoskey stone) 
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