My ego’s fully dependent on helping folks. I get my self-worth from watching people quit their jobs and make rent selling wieners. I’m old. I drink too much, smoke like I’m sponsored, and eat bread like it’s a food group. Still, every morning I wake up wanting to help more people flip the bird to a boss and build something that’s theirs. If you’re in one of those crazy-ass Facebook groups with 11TEEN million “vendors” arguing about which mustard brand attracts angels or how long to steam a hot dog before it “finds its purpose”… do your civic duty.Grab the three real ones and drag ‘em over here before the stupid spreads. We’re not doing boiled sadness on a bun.We’re not listening to “my cousin used to have a cart in 1997” guy. We’re not calling someone a “pro” because they once sold nachos at a yard sale. We’re building actual vendors.People who show up, cook good food, make real money, and laugh while everyone else argues over the correct shade of ketchup red. So yeah, bring ‘em here.The brave ones.The doers.The ones who don’t need a motivational quote to clean their steam table. The rest can stay over there explaining business strategy to their reflection.