So, so brutal.

Affluenza is a killer.

I’m trying to figure out the brutal part of your story. Was it that your father made you work for some stuff, or was it that this was an anomaly? Because I can tell you what the brutal part is for the rest of us slobs.

And you have no idea what that even looks like.

And you never will.

Sorry.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.