Holy fucking shit. It’s just pieces of fucking paper! And it makes the entire world go round! How are we all OK with this?!

You need money to eat. You need it to sleep. You need it to stay warm. You need it to get from one place to another. You need it to fucking wake up in the morning.

Wanna stay alive? Better have some cash, homie.

Just so we’re all clear: Small green rectangles of cotton paper with different numerals on them decide whether or not you have a good life. We steal for it, we kill for it, we work holiday weekends for it, and we occupy public parks because we don’t like how much a small percentage of other people have of it.

And the craziest part?

It isn’t even real.