Our president, leader of the Republic of Indonesia, watches the poor eat their meal.
He does the watching from a lavish setting, his own plate stacked with expensive food.
Poverty as an evening's entertainment.
Last Thanksgiving he tried one final time.
He told my mother, “Nobody understands me the way you do.”
And my mother, without even looking up from her plate, said, “That’s because I spent 32 years lowering my standards.”
I have never seen a grown man become quiet so fast.
28 is the first time you're 30 and 27 is the last time you're 25 which is weird because 25 is the last time you're 21
And 21 is the last time you're happy