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Jack's Influence
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| When I was young, my dad had a friend called Jack. | |
| And Jack was a pimp. | |
| And Jack used to come around the house, and he was dark as night, black as they come. | |
| And he had this big Cadillac, which he used to brag about, but even as a child, I could see it was old and shit. | |
| Rusty. | |
| And he had these hoes out on the track. | |
| And Jack used to come around and play chess with my dad. | |
| My mom hated Jack. | |
| Why are you bringing that man in this house? | |
| He's a criminal, he's a pimp, and he stinks, and he's coming here smelling the weed. | |
| Blah, blah, blah. | |
| But he always used to wear a baseball cap. | |
| He didn't really dress pimpy. | |
| He had like a baseball cap, normal clothes. | |
| And he used to come around the house. | |
| And he always had a little bit of money, so he'd burn whiskey and weed or whatever. | |
| My dad didn't really smoke weed too much, but he drunk. | |
| And they'd sit there and play chess for hours and hours and hours. | |
| So there were long periods of history where I interacted with this guy called Jack. | |
| Even me as a kid, I remember playing him and him beating me at first, and as I got better and better towards the end, I could beat Jack. | |
| He wasn't that strong a player, but he used to enjoy playing, etc, etc. | |
| So, I knew who this guy Jack was. | |
| And then one day, I came downstairs, and my father was sitting there with some whiskey in the morning. | |
| I guess that's just what he did. | |
| He was a hero. | |
| And before school, he said, come here, son. | |
| I came, and he goes, have a sip of this whiskey. | |
| So I had some sip of the horrible whiskey. | |
| And he goes, say a prayer for Jack. | |
| And I didn't question my dad, so I just kind of went, okay. | |
| So I closed my eyes and said a prayer for Jack. | |
| So I didn't think anything of it. | |
| Whatever. | |
| Life carries on, blah blah blah. | |
| Anyway, a couple weeks go by, I say, where the fuck's Jack? | |
| We haven't seen Jack in a long time. | |
| Jack doesn't come around anymore. | |
| My dad said, the day you said a prayer for Jack, one of his hoes stabbed him to death when he was asleep. | |
| I was like, okay, that's that. | |
| That's the end of the story. | |
| Now, there's probably a moral to this story, and I don't really know what it is, because I never met Jax Hose, and I don't know if he deserved it or not. | |
| I mean, obviously he pissed him off. | |
| Well, I found out a little bit later on from my father and another guy called Mike, who was another one of my dad's friends, who also got killed. | |
| I grew up in Chicago. | |
| Everyone was dying all the time. | |
| Who got killed is that Jax Hose killed him because they wanted to work for another pimp. | |
| So, another pimp convinced Hose to kill Jax. | |
| So they stabbed him to death, whatever. | |
| I think the girl got caught and got life. | |
| People always say to me, like, for some reason, I don't know why, the most questions I get on this Tate Speech Channel are about my childhood. | |
| I don't know what it is. | |
| I think people are trying to understand how I've been formed into the brilliant man I am. | |
| And one of them said, what's the first red pill story you ever got about girls and da-da-da? | |
| And I guess this is the first story. | |
| But this is not an anti-female story. | |
| This has nothing to do with females. | |
| This has nothing to do with don't trust girls, da-da-da. | |
| This is about people. | |
| And the reality of the world is, and I think you all already know this, is that people like you for as long as you are useful. | |
| And as soon as the hoes realized that Jack was no longer useful to them, they wanted to get rid of him. | |
| Now, in the civilized world, there's easy ways to get rid of people. | |
| But in the underworld, there's only one way to get rid of somebody, and you kill them. | |
| And I guess that's my first lesson about people and about the world. | |
| And I understood this at a very, very young age. | |
| So how did I apply this to my life when I was only five or six years old? | |
| Well, I literally remember walking out to my friends after I found out Jack had died. | |
| I remember being on the bus and I said to one of my friends, I remember cause I was a kid. | |
| And I said, Hey, if you didn't need me anymore, would we still be friends? | |
| And I remember the kid going, yeah. | |
| And I said, okay. | |
| And I was very satisfied with the answer. | |
| But when you grow up, you realize that that answer is not good enough, so you need to keep that in mind. | |
| All the people you have around you, and the people that like you, and all your relationships, etc. | |
| The happiest ones are mutual, when you need each other. | |
| If one person needs one person, and the other person doesn't need them back, it's going to go wrong sooner or later. | |
| So the reason I'm telling this story is because someone reminded of it when asking about my childhood, and now I want to look it up. | |
| But I can't, because this all happened before the age of the internet. | |
| Nowadays you're so used to looking up things and getting details. | |
| I want to tell you guys more details, but what can I tell you? | |
| I've tried typing everything into Google. | |
| Jack the pimp. | |
| Nothing comes up. | |
| Jack the pimp who played chess with my dad. | |
| Nothing comes up. | |
| Jack the pimp who was stabbed by his hoe. | |
| So what can I say? | |
| There's nothing more to tell you. | |
| Moral of the story, people like you as long as they need you. | |
| And if you're rolling with these hoes, especially the real trifling ones, the trifling ones are crazy. | |
| Like, I always hear people say to me, Tate, you have all these girls, have you never had a girl try and smash their car up? | |
| No. | |
| No. | |
| After 500 women, not a single woman has ever tried to smash my car up. | |
| Do you know why? | |
| Because I don't associate with stupid, low-level, trash assholes. | |
| Every woman I know is nice. | |
| Because I would not want to be around that kind of level of thottery and foolery. | |
| Because if you want to fuck with my cars, I'm going to have to fuck you up. | |
| And then you're going to go to your brother and he's going to try and fuck me up. | |
| I'm going to have to fuck him up. | |
| And before you know it, nephrite zed bang, you're going to end up like Jack getting stabbed to sleep in your fucking hotel room. | |
| Stay away from low-level people. | |
| Not just low-level women, low-level people in general, because they bring you nothing but shame and pain. | |