People looked at me differently and they knew I was with somebody. At thirteen, I was making more money than most of the grown-ups in the neighborhood. I mean, I had more money than I could spend. I had it all. One day the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother’s groceries all the way home. You know why? It was out of respect
Dom som inte vet.. Kommer aldrig att förstå..
* Man ska alltid be om pommes utan salt