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I remember as a kid having to pick up dog crap in my grandmother's backyard - which was landscaped using rocks...ROCKS! - for $1, one stinky, smelly, ugly, corrupted, joyous, spendable dollar.
I could go to the local corner market and with that dollar buy a snickers bar, a can of coke, and two packs of baseball cards. You can't buy THAT for a dollar anymore.
/grizzled, cynical old man voice.
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"I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am" - Cormac McCarthy, All The Pretty Horses
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