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When I feel really depressed, I go to a luxury restaurant.
Not, because their food is good. Oh contrare.. 
I go there to remind myself, that even my step mom can cook better. Well, even Burger king is better then this shit that the rich eat. And the irony is sweet.
One of my dad's favorite jokes:
Rich people have it hard. They eat rotten cheese, dring old vine, their cars are literally missing roof and have no storage space. Even their jeans are torn before they buy them.
I am so happy I am poor.