A young man waits for the bus. It’s cold and he has only a few coins on him. He asks his friend if he has 15 cents. His friend doesn’t have much either. Together they try to scrape together enough to buy something and catch the bus. The boy is fed up with relying on public transit, he doesn’t own a car and still lives with his mother. “I’m 21,” he says, and there’s a baby on the way. He wants to get rich. He wants to make records that sell. He’s tired of being poor.

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