Chapter 33: White-Collar, Black Belt: White-Collar, Tight Dollar (You siphon money, now f****** share it)

Podience, legend maintains that Christ was 33 years of age when he died; Falsetto Prophet was 33 when he walked out of the fstars hospital, under his own godd*** power, on his birthday. That was my gift to myself, leaving the sterile hospital after a 43-day bedridden sentence. Mr. Prophet's wish was to see, taste, feel, and experience life in a new light, hence why I'm here and why I concoct these Chemohawk cocktails for you, Podience. I am not Christ, remember I'm a Falsetto Prophet, but I feel tantamount to a savior, of sorts, with these sessions meant to heal you and help you in your unwinding of the daily grinding. 33 is a paramount number and is this episode's number. Welcome to a discussion on your monetary worth, seeking the almighty dollar, not too obsessively, and asserting your value to anyone with enough interest to listen. I splash your ears with quotes from films: Wall Street, The Big Short and the show The Shield. The common denominator is evaluation of money, both a healthy perspective and harmful pursuit of wealth. Fight for yourself, when right, and quietly disengage when you know you are mistaken. Smile at strangers and acknowledge the spectrum of walking organisms you cross paths with. Unwind, with Falsetto, your financial grind, dear listeners. -Falsetto P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro track, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.