There was a scary two years where it was madness because I was really in trouble with the taxman.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I had to escape the destruction of my father's bankruptcy and all that difficulty.
I parted ways with the Congress, a party that I served for so many years, because its leadership constantly humiliated me by ignoring my talent both as a leader and an administrator.
I had to walk away from America, and say goodbye to the biggest part of my career, because I knew otherwise my demons would get the better of me.
In 1979, when I was 39, I had such a bad year, I thought it was all over. Thankfully it wasn't.
I didn't decide I was crazy until 1952. That's when I began making a steady salary and could afford to be crazy.
I was the governor that drew a tough, tough straw. I was governor during the worst recession since the 1930s, and I had to cut $5 billion from the state budget.
After I retired, it was quite a long time before I went back to my department. I thought I was well out of it.
And the cornerstone of my economic policies, when I first got elected, was cutting taxes on everybody on who paid taxes.
I was an estate agent for three years. That was pretty grim.
To take part in this brothel through the payment of my taxes, that had become to me unbearable.
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