I don't get money. I just fundamentally don't get it. Not in a "Capitalism is so arbitrary" sort of way, but in a personal, "I'm just not sure exactly how to get money to work" sort of way.

Tonight my friends started talking about mutual funds. "I'm investing in bonds," offered one friend, "I like the security of a guaranteed return."

It's like greek. I can't imagine saving money for beer on the weekend, let alone a time in the future when I'm too old to work. Or at least, old enough that I can afford not to.

I suppose that's why I'm destined to be a world-famous rock star. It's really the only course of action left open to me. I'm far too irresponsible to have any sort of normal job, and I'm exceptional enough that other people can make a living off me.

So I'll just get them to take care of me. And I'll trade them ideas for hotel rooms and thoughts for cases of beer. I don't want money, I want to never have to see money again. A guitar, an audience and a place to sleep, what more could I ever need?

-Trevor

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