I made a lot of money this summer. I made a lot of money. And it feels good. And I got a lot of support

this month this year. A lot of views, a lot of followers. I'll tell you something. A lot of people are

saying, congratulations. I bet it feels good. I have lost any sensitivity to any of that.

You want to know why? Because when I was 21 years old, I woke up one day

and $500,000 was frozen in my checking account with no explanation. And my face went pale as a ghost.

Because four months after that, I tried to get on an airplane and they told me, you're not allowed

to fly today.

And I was on the no-fly list for a year.

So now I'm getting a little bit of notoriety.

I'm making a little bit of money.

I'll tell you something, it doesn't make a fucking difference to me.

I'm not doing it for the fame or the notoriety.

I'm just doing it for pleasure at this point.

I am just doing it for the pleasure, for being a human wrench thrown into the system.

In the summer of 2020, I was running a mortgage company out of San Diego, California,

managing over $100 million playing beach volleyball three or four times a week.

And then spring of 2020, they locked us down.

They shut down my beaches.

They said I wasn't allowed to go outside and play beach volleyball anymore.

Also, thanks to the lockdowns, they made it so that I couldn't possibly forecast what our economic

system was going to do, nor did I understand that they were going to turn on the printing

press to the tune of multi-trillion dollars, four trillion approximately, and completely distort

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