crowbar

Once I was trying to understand money. I was living in an uninsulated South Dakota farm house rent free in terms of money. For exchange I was taking down an old barn on the property with a crowbar (which fit my mood at the time). I sat inside one cold day and had one dollar bill. I thought, let's see what this is about. I put some salt on it (in its wrinkles) and tried to eat it. No good. Can't eat money. Worthless piece of shit. I went outside and grabbed the crowbar. Now THERE was something!