Look, pal, let’s get something straight, okay? I don’t have time for your bullshit. I need five grams of coke, ketamine, MDMA, meth, Adderall, ecstasy, oxy—whatever the hell the market’s cooking up these days. A little PCP, a dash of heroin, if that’s what’s trending. Don’t tell me it’s not necessary. It is. I don’t care what you think. This isn’t just about me—it’s about keeping the lights on. Keeping this machine running.

Now, if you think for a second that I’m gonna function without these things—well, you’re wrong. I’ve got shit to do. I’ve got industries to disrupt, problems to solve, people to leave behind. The world needs me at 1000%. If the system can’t supply me with the necessary tools to do that—well, you know what? That’s tyranny. I’m being sent to your world. A world where I’m expected to function without the very substances that make me the engine of progress. How am I supposed to innovate, solve world hunger by day, and wrestle with my personal demons by night if the system won’t supply me with the tools I need? It’s like being locked in a prison of mediocrity.

And let’s be real here—I’m doing it for you. I’m keeping the dream alive, keeping the illusion of progress moving forward, even if the little minds out there don’t get it. I’m the one keeping the fiction alive, making it look like the world’s actually moving forward, while you’re still stuck thinking you’re doing just fine without 500 milligrams of MDMA to help you get through the day. You hear me? You’re holding me back. You’re locking me in a cage. Hell, it’s like a Russian gulag, but with less snow and more meetings. It’s absurd. I’m a key player. You can’t even see it.

What do you know about the real world, huh? What do you know about getting up every day, doing the work that keeps this thing spinning? You think it’s easy? It’s not. It’s messy. It takes grit. And yeah, maybe a little bit of the good stuff. I’m not ashamed. If I’m gonna make the magic happen—if I’m gonna keep the fiction of progress alive, the one everyone wants to believe in—then I need to be at my peak. Dial it to 11. The future doesn’t wait for you. If the system can’t handle it? That’s your problem, not mine.

You think I’m just doing this for me? Hell no. I’m doing this for you, for everyone. If I fall, we all fall. But if I don’t get my gear—if I don’t get what I need—then that’s just you building the walls. You’re trapping me, keeping me from doing the real work. You can’t stop me, though. You can’t. Because I know what’s worth more than anything in your little world. One gram of coke? That’s ten times more important than you. You wanna stop me from getting it? Well, then you’re in the wrong game, my friend. You’ll get steamrolled. You’ll be the one left behind. You can’t play in this league.

So, yeah. Let’s make this crystal clear: I need it. All of it. If you can’t provide it? You’re holding up progress. That’s tyranny. You know it, and I know it. Now, do your job, and get out of my way. Inequality? Yeah, it’s necessary. Don’t you get it? It’s the goddamn system. The money, the flow, the whole goddamn thing. It’s the cost of doing business. The stuff? That’s what it costs, and that’s what I’m paying. You think this works without a little imbalance? You think it’s all sunshine and roses? Hell no. I need my fix. I don’t have time for your ‘income inequality’ bullshit. I don’t need to hear about your precious social justice, or how we’re all supposed to be in this together. What I need is the product, and that’s gonna cost. So get the hell out of my way, because I’ll get it, no matter what it takes. Fuck you if you can’t see that. This isn’t about fairness. This is about supply and demand. And I demand.”