You want my two cents? What for? Oh so tiny is the fugio and wheat penny. I collect them, it’s one of my many forms of meditation. It forces me to deal with financial institutions. Preparation, ya know, carrying cash. Hungry people hurt on the street, a cup full of coins. Spare any change? Lets see what I have my friend but first, what is your name? “Clyde.”You don't say! Well it’s good to meet you. Here's your coin, now I’ve paid for your time, dues. So listen, I have something I can see you’ve forgotten, a young man's wisdom. This life you have is a gift wrapped in brown paper, tied in white string, curious feelings. What's inside? I don’t know. I didn't wrap it, you better look or don’t. That’s the point, it’s your choice. So, stop saying “spare any change” and start saying “coins”. I promise your whole life will...
