What I’d Tell My 18 Year Old Self (The Uncensored Outlaw Edition 7 Rules)

Steal the World. Die a Legend. Live Forever.

Warning: This is highly unconventional advice for young people. Read at your own discretion and don’t come crying to me when you get suspended, disowned, or promoted straight to outlaw status. You chose to keep reading.

You’ll probably never live like this, but you’re going to read every word, because you want to. Right now, I’m sitting on the balcony of a villa with my linen shirt open and middle finger high in the air, Silver chain glowing against my tan chest, two girls fighting over who pours the next drink. There’s ocean outside my window, not traffic. There’s laughter in my ears, not alarms. The air smells like salt, mezcal, and expensive perfume. I haven’t worried about rent in months. I don’t check price tags. I walk right in to Ralph Lauren and shop til my heart desires thanks to you all. I put it on My girl too. My days start with espresso, not anxiety, and my nights end with fireworks and a little violence and sex. The cops drive by and nod at me. They don’t fuck with me. The manager at the hotel brings me a bottle just for existing. I look fucking good with my sunlight blonde hair. I am free in a way that makes good men bitter and makes average men lie about me when they talk to their friends or not even mention my pretty ass. If most of you are honest, you’d trade every safe decision you ever made just to live a month the way I do slapping ass and kissing my girl’s lips making cash while I do it surfing. All from words.

The world lied to you, and the ones who didn’t lie just didn’t want you to figure out the truth before it was too late. You’re young and stupid and full of time you think you’ll always have. You’re sitting in class or sitting at work or sitting in your parents’ house, scrolling through screens and pretending you’re above it all, but you’re not. You are the product, the livestock, the background character. They tell you to play it safe, to do what you’re told, to color inside the lines, and one day you’ll get your reward a decent apartment, a pretty girl who slowly resents you, a life insurance policy you’ll never see and your kids won’t get if you kill yourself and a retirement party where the only people who show up are the ones who hate you just a little less than you hate yourself. That’s the path. That’s the script. That’s the destiny of the good boy, the nice guy, the corporate chick, the obedient little customer. It’s a system so perfectly built that most men never even realize they’re in a cage until the door slams shut at forty and they wonder where the time went.

I took a hammer to that cage and I never looked back. I live out of bounds, off the map, somewhere between a daydream and a wanted poster. Every rule I ever broke paid me more than every rule I ever followed. I didn’t wait my turn. I never said “please.” I never saved my money for a rainy day I made it rain on command and robbed the umbrella store when I got bored. I want you to feel envy, because envy is the only honest emotion left in men who’ve traded their balls for comfort.

All wealth is stolen, all freedom is criminal, and all beauty is reserved for the wolves. The world is not run by the people who followed instructions, it’s run by the ones who figured out how to bend, break, and burn the instructions, sometimes while laughing and sometimes with blood under their nails. Every bank is a crime scene, every law is a joke, and most authority figures are lost men who sold out for a pension and a safe place to eat lunch.

If you want to be free, you need to break free from the box, inside and out. You need to weaponize your body, steal every lesson, hack every system, and move like the devil’s collecting debts. Hit the gym, not to be healthy but to be dangerous. Run secrets. Cheat death. Travel with new avatars and cash. Steal time from the system. Lift secrets from the rich. Lie to every face that tries to box you in and only tell the truth to the mirror when you see a killer looking back. Don’t wait for permission take what you want, pay in sweat, fight for the best view, burn the lifeboats so you never sail back to safety. Work jobs just to case the joint and steal the client list and processes and infrastructures. Learn from everything. Sell things, collect enemies, make yourself impossible to fire because no one ever knows where you’ll pop up next. When you leave, take more than you brought.

Never, ever let yourself get caught paying retail on anything. Never owe, never borrow, never sign. Use fake names, ghost when it suits you, and disappear for months at a time. Build businesses that exist outside the rules, find out what’s in demand and deliver it at double, triple, whatever the market will choke down. Bribe the people who matter, blackmail the ones who think they do, keep your friends close and your black book closer. If you do it right, everyone will have a story about you, and none of them will be true. That’s power.

And above all never, ever take advice from men who are living lives you’d rather die than live. Teachers, preachers, cops, debt slaves, social media “experts,” parents whose dreams rotted decades ago they’ll all tell you to be careful, be reasonable, be realistic, be humble. They’ll say it with dead eyes and polite voices, hoping you’ll join them in the slow motion suicide they call being responsible. Don’t. Let them hate you. Let them envy you. Make their daughters dream of you and their sons tell lies about you to save face. Take risks so big you lose sleep for a week. Make money so fast you think the bank will call the feds. Love hard. Fight harder. And never regret a single second you spent living outside the rulebox.

You want to die safe, do what they told you. You want to live so well you make the world jealous break the rules, take the crown, and never say sorry.

That’s the real advice, and you’ll never hear it from anyone who isn’t already free.

1. Learn to Steal But Do It Beautifully

First lesson// all wealth is stolen. The whole game is a rigged casino. You think the Fortune 500 got rich by “hard work” and “honesty”? Grow up. Everything that’s ever been built in this world was taken from someone weaker. The only question is whether you’re willing to be the wolf or you’re content being lamb stew.
When you’re young, everyone preaches “don’t cheat.” They want you obedient, soft, harmless easy to predict, easy to milk, easy to control. The real ones figure out fast rules are made to be broken, loopholes are made to be exploited, and the only crime is getting caught without enough leverage to walk.
Go steal time, steal experience, steal secrets. Copy the best, take from the strong, lie to the gatekeepers, break into places you don’t belong and take whatever isn’t nailed down. The world’s not fair, it’s never been fair, and fair men die with their names in fine print at the bottom of someone else’s will.

2. Don’t Lift Weights Weaponize Your Body

Don’t “work out.” Train like you’re going to need to win a fight, outrun the police, fuck for hours, and carry a bag of cash through a border checkpoint all in the same night. The gym isn’t for aesthetics it’s for building the only insurance policy that matters: physical dominance.
Hit the weights, box, run, jui jitsu, muay thai, weapons mastery training, wrestle, join a fight club if you can find one, make yourself terrifying to the kind of men who get up every morning and tie a Windsor knot. I’ve done it all and more. I promise you, every door opens when you walk in with that kind of menace and confidence. Most men have never been punched in the face. Make it a weekly ritual.
When the time comes to run, break, steal, or seduce your body is either a prison or a passport.

3. School Is a Trap Infiltrate, Subvert, Escape

College is a four year hostage situation for most people. Gun to the head while you dig in your pockets and hand over your cash and liberty to them. It’s prison with better food and more debt. Go if you need and have a plan. scam the system run financial aid, sell essays, buy and flip, charm your way into the professor’s good graces, sleep with the Dean’s daughter if you want.
But never, ever go into debt for a diploma. The real education is learning to hustle. If you do go, study crime, persuasion, and power. Business, law, tech, law enforcement, those are the only majors that matter. Everything else is daycare for people with no imagination.
Don’t take advice from anyone who works on salary. Salary is slow poison. You’re worth what you can negotiate and what the market says, not what some human says.

4. Travel Like a Criminal

If you’re not on a no fly list by 29, you didn’t live hard enough.
Travel is not for “finding yourself” it’s for running game, building contacts, learning how to lie, bluff, bribe, and blend in. Hitchhike, ride trains without tickets, sneak into parties, sleep on rooftops, seduce your way into penthouses and out of trouble.
Learn three phrases in every language: “How much?,” “I don’t know anything,” and “You’re beautiful, what’s your name?”
The more borders you cross, the bigger your mind gets. Backpack through countries where your passport means nothing, where a bribe can buy you more than honesty ever will.
Every country has its own version of no, but cash and charm are universal.

5. Smash the Screens Hunt Experiences

Most young men are digital livestock, fattened for slaughter by TikTok, Netflix, and OnlyFans. Unplug, delete, ghost, disappear. Let the NPCs chase likes while you chase scars and stories.
The best lessons come with bruises and blackout nights and phone numbers scrawled on hotel napkins you can’t remember earning. If you’re not breaking something rules, bones, hearts, silence you’re not really living.
Stop watching life, start hijacking it.
You can always tell who’s been in real fights and who’s just played Grand Theft Auto. One smells like iron and sex, the other smells like shame and Cum Cheetos.

6. XXXX Pays If You’re Ruthless and Smart

Start a hustle. Sell what’s in demand. Find the loopholes, run your own casino, create demand, fake supply, arbitrage stupidity. The police exist to protect property, not you.
If you have to get a job, take as much as you can skills, contacts, company time, trade secrets then vanish before they realize what you were worth. Never give more than you take.
Every law is written by criminals who got away with it. Study their methods, improve on them. The worst thing you can be is honest in a dishonest world.
If you must obey, obey like a double agent smiling, nodding, learning where the exits are.

7. Debt Is Slavery Live Like a Ghost

Never sign for shit. Never owe. If you can’t pay cash, you can’t afford it. Never trust the bank, the credit company, or the smiling realtor. Learn to live off grid fake addresses, cash, aliases, secret accounts.
Freedom is anonymity. You can’t cancel a ghost. You can’t repo a legend. Being a known public figure is murdering your very freedom.
Debt is how they collar the wild out of you never let them tighten the leash.

So maybe you read this and you felt something raw envy, anger, adrenaline, maybe just that itch behind your ribcage that says, “I was meant for more than this quiet little life.” Good. That’s the first sign you’re still alive. But don’t get it twisted everything I just gave you is the prologue. The appetizer. The organs left behind by the wolf.

The real game is hidden from the public. The real money moves, the black market blueprints, the forbidden cheat codes for how I built my freedom they don’t get handed out in public posts. They’re locked away. They’re dangerous enough to get a man watched, envied, followed, even hunted. This is what I call the MONEY & FREEDOM Black Market Playbook the full guide, the secret doors, the stories and strategies you won’t find on Google, in any book, or at any networking event where guys in blazers trade LinkedIn profiles and die inside.

See, most people will never even know these codes exist. They’ll keep playing the game with broken dice, begging for scraps, lining up for permission while a few of us move in the shadows and cash out on secrets nobody else even sees. You want a seat at my table? You want to run with the crew that owns the night? Then you have to want it bad enough to break your own limits and join the circle. No window shoppers. No tire kickers. This is for the future kings, the outlaws, the men who’d rather risk everything for a taste of real freedom than spend another year living like a dog in a cage.

Picture this with me before you read my next post, It’s 2 a.m. in a city that doesn’t know your name. You just made more money in one night than your old boss makes in a month. You walk past velvet ropes, skip the line, every door opens with a nod. Your enemies can’t find you. Your lovers can’t forget you. Every cop, banker, and bureaucrat is just background noise to your story. You live on your own time, by your own rules. You laugh at the price tags. Your only problem is deciding which adventure to chase next.
You want that?
Then you need the Black Market Playbook.
You need to see what’s actually possible when you have the codes.
And you’re not going to find them by scrolling, lurking, or just wishing you could be one of us.

So here’s the challenge no, the invitation. If you’re ready to become one of the rare few who know how money, danger, and real freedom are actually made and kept, hit subscribe and join the crew. Once you’re in, you’re family. You’ll get the full guide, the real stories, the forbidden tactics, and the map out of mediocrity that the system never wanted you to find. You’ll get the MONEY & FREEDOM Black Market Playbook and if you use it right, you’ll never envy another man again.
But hesitate, and you’ll be exactly where you are now next year wide eyed still wishing, still watching, still locked out.

The choice is yours. This world doesn’t reward the well behaved.
Come see how the outlaws do it.

Subscribe. Enter the black market. Change your story forever.

I’ll see you on the inside.

God Bless the Wolves.

God Help the rest.

-Day