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.... Money, I hate it, I hate what it does to people, they change, the greed takes over. I once had some money, not a lot but enough that drew "the good time Charlies" outta the wood work. I thought they were real friends, they were there all the time ready at a drop of a dime, until it was all gone then so were they. I found myself with nothing from 2 houses, any car I wanted to drive, not a care in the world to being in the middle of winter out in the woods picking up returnable cans n bottles for gas money in a car that I wasn't sure would even start. Left sitting there wondering where were they all then, where did they go? Having to face the cold reality , they weren't my friends never were, they weren't there as friends they were there because I had something they wanted n nothing more, that hurt, a cut deep right to my heart. I really felt that at least a few of them was real , I paid for things when they had no money, I help with paying their rent just so they wouldn't end up on the street, but now I was the one out n they were nowhere in sight. {n I haven't seen not one of them since} I've since thought about just how Michael must of felt with so many with their hands out, taking all they could from him then to turn on him like they have, the hurt, the mistrust he must feel from that breaks my heart. I know how I felt , but for him it was everyone all the time, the not knowing who or if to trust, it's no wonder he preferred children over adults !
