christopher grimshaw

“my price.

$500,000/year would be nice. i’d take that. i could live off of that comfortably. support a family, a couple kids, a wife, and live real nice for that amount. that’s the price i’d like to get to one day.

not if it means losing sophie. or my friends. my family. my humor. or my self image. if i lose the things that keep me going on weeks like this, when i don’t necessarily know what the hell i’m doing or who i am. when i get in my existential spirals. then what’s the fucking point?

give me $250,000/year and i could do just fine still. $250,000 is a fuck load of money so i could still handle that. i might lose one or two nice cars, maybe no summer home in nice, but $250,000 sounds comfortable to me.

shit, give me $60,000/year the rest of my life. that’s about what i make right now. $60,000/year. in san francisco, $60,000/year doesn’t get you much in luxurious comforts. it gets me a decent apartment that i share with three other people, it gets me two jobs i like, and it’s kept me close to my friends and family. that’s enough.

my price is love. self respect. positivity. if i lose those, what the fuck would be worth it?”

- christopher grimshaw