My Dad Told Me to “Go Live in the Streets.” He Didn’t Know I Earn $25M a Year—or What I’d Do Next.

I would always be unstable, ungrateful, broken. That was fine. They could keep their ghost. I had better things to build.

I looked out at Chicago spreading beneath me like a promise, took a slow sip of coffee, and smiled.

I wasn’t haunting anyone.

I had a future to build.

THE END