expensive thrills
   

even before I spent some time penniless and on the street, I knew there is a certain thrill in throwing money... ask anyone who's tried it, I mean, really tried it...

I used to have a box with currency (paper, the coins are another story for another time) in it (I don't keep one around anymore cuz I've been robbed too many times, alas, I do not want to believe humans can not be trusted around money, no less more meaningful things of much greater value, but evidence mounts all the time... but back to this box before I digress further)...

it wasn't much, just a few thousand ones with a few dozen of other denomonations tossed in (I laugh and cringe simultaneously as I remember this so cavaleerly, cuz such amounts would be very meaningful in life today... ah, the subtle humor and profound impacts of changes in fortunes, but that's another story)... every now and then, when I just wanted to kick back and feel carefree in the comfort and privacy of my home, I'd pull out the box and reach in and start throwing bills up in the air until the box was empty and there was money covering almost every inch of the carpet and then I'd walk around kicking up the cash...

I have done some odd things in this life and this probably qualifies as one of them, but it brings back wonderful memories of irreverence and putting things into perspective...