About Angry Peons
A Peons Statement:
You didn’t end up here because life’s going great. You’re here because something’s broken — maybe it’s the system, maybe it’s you, maybe it’s both — and you’re tired of eating shit with a smile.
This ain’t your grandma’s self-help site or some self-help book filled with clichés. There’s no affirmations, no manifesting, and sure as hell no smiling jackasses in yoga pants telling you to “just breathe.”
I’m Johnny — war vet, grease monkey, and the last pissed-off peon still shouting into the void. Here, we embrace a rebellion against normal. We say what everyone else is too scared to admit. We call out the lies, rip the bandaid off, and pour whiskey on the wound.
This is survival therapy for the ones who got left behind. The ones who work, bleed, and still get fucked. If you’ve been chewed up by the world and spit out with nothing but debt, scars, and a thousand-yard stare — welcome home.
Now grab a smoke, crack a beer, and keep your expectations low. Because I’m not here to fix you. I’m just here to remind you: you’re not crazy. The world is.