I didn’t have parents, so I grew up in a foster system designed to fucking fail. But then for one glorious year, all I did was pound stakes into the ground, set up circus tents, sweep floors, groom horses, and was part of something like a family for the first fucking time in my life.
Earlier he said he didn’t know real life until he was one of the 1%. Now he says this. Not sure if there is a contradiction here but it does feel like one.
