The Destructiveness of Deprivation and Want
In 1974, I used to troll around my Arizona neighborhood and beat up Cub Scouts regularly.
In 1974, I used to troll around my Arizona neighborhood and beat up Cub Scouts regularly.
Empires collapse, fortunes evaporate, and stocks nosedive into hell—but a deep sleep, a clean shit, and a laugh that shakes your skeleton remain the closest thing humanity has to real wealth.