There Is No Justice. It Is Just Us.

I've done a lot of yarns on this podcast. This one went somewhere I've never taken a conversation before. Sam Johnson grew up in Glebe, raised by the aunties who made sure he was safe when there wasn't much else. He was 18, living on his own, being aged out of a system that had already taken his sister, when he worked out the only door left to him was one he'd have to open himself. He topped his…