Bank account money just seems fake. It’s just numbers on a screen man. Cash is tangible, I know how much I’m spending. Plus, I get a little picture of an old man that I keep in my wallet. Don’t get that with a credit card.
My faucet is moldy. My pipes are rusted. My cups are dirty. But you bet your fucking ASS I’m not buying bottled water. No siree not for me. A brita? Oh sorry I don’t remember becoming a millionaire.
