I stayed a few nights at the St. Regis in NYC in the presidential suite. Pretty ridiculous, 3 bedrooms, 4 baths, private butler, full kitchen and dining room, use of a Bentley, 3,430 sq ft. (318 sqm) bigger than any house I ever lived in.

Through my old job I got to do lots of stupid shit, fly private internationally, use someone's beach house for a week on their own island, etc.

While aspects of it were fun, I always felt like an outsider, and the waste really bothered me. I'm someone who bicycles or walks to the farmers market with a courier bag.

Back off man