When I was 18 I was in my second year of college. And I was at a crossroads, trying to decide whether I was gonna stay in school or move back to Philadelphia or just try and dive completely into all things sort of Roots-related. I was getting huge refunds back from tuition, because these college loans and stuff, and then dropped classes, so you get refunds back from mad classes. I was living beyond my means, literally. I’ve always been sort of—not afraid of my dreams, but I’ve always shied away from that, spotlight, and embracing my own, I don’t wanna say power. I never been about that attention life so.
The part about wishing I could flip, you know, it’s rags to riches, like that kid back in the day who started with a paper clip and flipped that, bartered it into eventually a home. Just from a paper clip, he traded that and got another item, and then traded that item, and he traded all the way up to the house that he was living in at the time. I thought that was an interesting analogy, to upgrade even beyond that, to a microchip, from a paper clip, to something digital, from analog.
My first car car was a Toyota Landcruiser, but I used to steal my grandfathers car. He had a Buick Regal. Before that, he had a long Cadillac.
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