Re-Learning Free Money
I am standing alone in a truck stop store, stuck again in the aisle containing a massive selection of wheel polish. As much as I try, I am powerless to move; I finally give in to my addiction and pay twenty bucks to “try” a new brand. I’m always in pursuit of something to make my wheels sparklier, for longer, and with less effort. I walk out feeling guilty with my purchase and ask myself, “Well Jason, How does it feel to be a wheel polish junkie?” Another time, in a different place: I just finished delivering a handful of stops all over God’s creation and I’m starving. So starving that I might just fall over at any moment. So starving I can’t even find the strength to write anymore. I’ll end up finding the nearest fast food joint and fork over too much money for food that will just make me feel, well, not so good. After that, I’ll patiently await my first heart attack. Looking back it seems like someone else wrote everything that was written in the previous two paragraphs, but I have t...