from paper routes to piracy

a troll's ode to cash

When it comes to money, I was ruined by my paper route.

Sure, some say that they learned the value of money from a paper route.

For me?

I learned to love cash. Not e transferes. Not visa statements but money that doesn’t jingle jingle.

Naw. I love money that folds - or stacks up and gets bulky.

Oh how I love cash.

In my early days in Toronto I paid my rent in brown bills. Eight per month between me and the physician.

It was grand.

(actuall eight hundred, but paying for everything in cash worked out to about a grand a month)

Now?

I’m again working for tips.

Sure my employer pays me a wage.

But really?

All I care about are the paper bills that fatten my wallet at the end of the night.

For some, watching their bank accounts fluctuate provides comfort - salary goes in, bills come out. I can see how this could be soothing - kinda like watching the waves roll in on a moonlit beach night.

But that feels just so passive, so empty to me.

Each time I get a tip it’s an acknowledgement that I’ve done somethin…