I grew up in a fucked up neighborhood with a lot of crime cause my family is poor as fuck. I didn’t know as a kid that that’s not normal and I knew all this weird gang people and made friends with them and have never been harmed. I skipped school almost every day, or was too late, I also never learned, but somehow managed to get through with average grades, mostly helped by the teachers, that always told me that I could have good grades, but even though I felt a little guilty, I could never made myself doing shit for school. I learned by myself though and when something caught my interest, I ended up having straight A’s. I charmed myself into one of the most prestigious art schools by charming the professor (with pretty average shitty art work) I dropped out cause I thought art is all fake bullshit and than I moved to Berlin (I am german) and did drugs and partys met amazing people and enjoyed the city, while moving from one amazing and cheap apartment to the next and jobbing at a bakery for a couple years. I than studied pedagogy and philosophy, never did shit, but what I thought is interesting. I destroyed people at discussions, was the favorite of my professors and made it through never doing anything on time or sometimes at all?? Had a million crazy affairs, but really fall in love with a dude that now is my husband and moved with me to the US where I can moke weed whenever and he makes a shit ton of money in tech, so I am a stay at home pug mom know. I am reading, learning and meeting people and get high whenever I want. I usually don’t tell my life story, cause it makes people mad and/or jealous, or they don’t believe me, but I know you guys know how that works… I am still kind of unsure how that all worked out for me.