Ever thought about what you would say if a stranger came up to you on the street and asked you for fifty bucks? Of course you have. You have an active imagination.

You should exercise your imagination regularly. Like all of your natural assets, it thrives under pressure and wilts with neglect. Like that old song says, it's

just like a magic penny.
Hold it tight, and
you won't have any.

Lend it / spend it, and
you'll have so many,
they'll roll all over the floor.

If there's one thing you do not want, it's your imagination rolling all over the floor.

Apparently on street corners you can buy stuff that will make your imagination roll all over the floor, but you don't want to go down that road. That's the path best not taken. That's the road of no return, buster. You know what happens at the end of that road?

No, you don't. No one does. It's tough to know much of anything with your imagination rolling all over the floor, know what I'm saying?

That's one of those crippling brain-states that reduces your ability to function as a productive member of society. The kind of thing that leaves you shuffling from public restroom to public restroom wondering whether you ought to maybe stop and ask for directions or fifty bucks.

"Hey," you will say to yourself, as the idea finds its feet, "that's a great idea! I'll ask for fifty bucks!"

Then what will you have? That's right, you'll have fifty bucks and still no directions, and you'll have entirely forgotten that, for the purposes of this exercise, you're supposed to be the person being asked for fifty bucks.

Cripes, are you ever addle-brained.

You're a bum-head. I hate you.