You cannot beat a warm home like this.

This is my kingdom right here, my home, that’s all I need, that’s all I want.

I know what it’s like not to have a roof over my head. I live on the beach for a little over three years, raising three of my sons.

I remember standing on the picnic table holding the canopy. And my sons in the tent, they stay in the tent, is down on the ground, they over there crying and screaming in the rain,...

As you can see, this is all we have right here, but you know what? That’s all we need.

One roof over our head, somewhere to go to where we can say, that’s home. That’s all we need, is someone to care — to care — all we can grasp on is to hope.

I’ve been there, done that. I don’t want to go back, I don’t want to go back.