I‘m pretty sure this makes me a bad person, but I didn‘t care for his minimalism origin story. He had too much crap in his garage, his neighbor said he didn‘t have to, epiphany, now he‘s writing a book. I love rock bottom origin stories. The ones that have to sell everything because of a series of unfortunate events. Or how a young person decided not to follow their peers OR PARENTS down the path of debt and self-destruction. That life is EARNED.