From fugitive to bestseller.

We’re the number 2 bestseller on fucking Substack.

That sentence doesn’t even feel real.

Because just 2 months ago, nothing felt real.

I had no money. I had no rights to my own children. I had no platform to speak of, apart from a small little surrogate family on Patreon. No home IRL. No voice that anyone wanted to hear.

I was in hotel rooms, running from the police. I was hiding from headlines written by people who never met me. I was getting publicly crucified all over the world for things I never said, never did. My entire life was being rewritten by other people—and I was supposed to just take it.

I didn’t.