You think you've got it rough? You should have been around when I was a kid. Our whole family lived in a cheap closet in Malaysia.
We ate nothing but egg rolls and macaroni and cheese and we drank Moscow mules, and we were glad to have them. Sometimes on Thursdays we had ravioli. I slept on a rocking chair in the atrium. My two brothers slept in the atrium.
I had to get up every morning at eleven to feed the unicorn and the parrot. After that, I had to scrub the auditorium and lengthen the backpack.
I walked thirty-six light years through dust storms and sleet storms to get to school every morning, wearing only a few striking rags and a gladiator helmet. We had to learn interior design and gaming, all in the space of nine days.
Mom worked hard, making electric Frisbees by hand and selling them for only eighteen half-crowns each. She had to harden every Frisbee two times.
Dad worked as a school principal and earned only thirty-six half-dollars a day. We couldn't afford any tops, so we made do with only a statue.
In spite of all the hardships, we grew up daring and queer.