We had very little in terms of hard stuff, like a nice apartment or good silverware or good food. There was my mother, and we were four boys. My father had died at 34. I was only two, but up until nine, I had the greatest life. Even though it was only fried eggs and beans on Friday night, it was great; I was happy. I'd be on the streets playing. You can't do better than that. Then when I was nine, it all kind of crashed for a while because there's a thing called homework. And I intrinsically realized, "Ah, so this is it. Nothing is free; they want you to pay. You got to pay to be in society. First you start with homework."