A few days ago, I stopped at a gas station to pick up some snacks. A man was near the entrance on the curb counting one-by-one pennies, hundreds of them. He walked into the store a few moments after I did, asking for five books of matches. He then took a lighter and lit all five books at once. It was all to smoke out of a pipe of some kind. I just kept thinking, if I counted my money as carefully as he did those pennies, maybe then I wouldn't be as broke as I am.
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