My son isn't Jewish but I send him my love from afar
As told to Musia Slavin by Yehoshua Goldberg
How will I do this again? I asked myself when I woke up one Monday morning, soon after I turned 23. I didn’t know if I could keep going through the motions. Make money. Buy expensive things. Make more money. Buy more things. Make even more money. Buy even more things.
I already had the flashiest car on the market and was getting expensive haircuts every three weeks — just because I could. I was already going on wild shopping sprees and spending a fortune in high-end stores without checking my bank balance.
When your account is so well-padded, another hundred thousand — or two — doesn’t make much of a difference. I was chasing the money, but for what? I was already living the high life. How much different could it get?
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