Living a life without worry on all dinero

Growing up in a poor neighborhood with a single mom was not, as they say, child’s play. Drinking and drugs and familial anarchy permeated the walls of our cockroach-infested House. Not to mention all the baggage that comes with that lifestyle: discontent, anxiety, uncertainty, depression. To add insult to injury, we were broke. Like, flat broke. Dead broke. Poor as church mice. I’d have to remove my shoes to count how many times our electricity got shut off at all of my places of living for my childhood.

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