When I was a little kid (5-7 years old) I was on a trip to New York with my family (2002) and my dad gave me $50.00 to spend. I bought candy and asked to only get $1.00 bills in change so I could feel like a baller (Because quantity? Lmao). So we are walking down 5th Avenue and I am waving my dollar bills around feeling like a billionaire when some guy with weird ass hair plucks the bills out of my hand, autographs it, and gives it back to me. He told my parents what a great smart kid I was (Never met the guy before, no idea who he was!) and we were on our way.

Nobody believes that's why I have a framed $1 bill from Donald motherfucking Trump in my old room.