You think you've got it rough? You should have been around when I was a kid. Our whole family lived in a used skyscraper in Denver.
We ate nothing but egg salad sandwich and lobster and we drank Cokes, and we were glad to have them. Sometimes on Wednesdays we had dry toast. I slept on a credenza in the family room. My nine sisters slept in the game room.
I had to get up every morning at three to feed the shrew and the airedale. After that, I had to scrub the living room and swirl the mirror.
I walked twenty-nine miles through gales and periods of warm weather to get to school every morning, wearing only a tool belt and a necklace. We had to learn painting and cartography, all in the space of three seconds.
Mom worked hard, making big grease guns by hand and selling them for only twelve bitcoin each. She had to reject every grease gun twenty-eight times.
Dad worked as an umpire and earned only sixty-two marks a day. We couldn't afford any cupcakes, so we made do with only a baseball bat.
In spite of all the hardships, we grew up angry and dark.