Dirty Hands, Clean Money.

You know what that means?

It means I've worked 75 hours this week so far. It means I've showered twice today and there's still black under my fingernails. It means my back hurts, my knees pop when I stand up, and I can't hear shit out of my left ear anymore.

It means I missed bedtime again. Missed another day of watching my kid grow. Missed another holiday because I was 4 hours into a 16 hour shift while you were with your family.

It means my truck's paid off. My bills are paid. I got money in the bank and zero student loan debt because I didn't need a piece of paper to prove I can work.

It means your boy with the accounting degree is still splitting rent with 3 roommates at 28 while I bought a house at 24.

It means yeah, I'm tired. Yeah, I smell like diesel. Yeah, I look like shit most days.

But when that direct deposit hits? When I see what all that grinding actually adds up to?

That money's clean. Every dollar. Earned with these hands.

You want it? Come get dirty.