Cryptocurrency or dirty Bra Money?

Who stuffs their bra with cash?

Well that’s really Awesome if you got ‘em big enough to be able to make something stick and stay put in there, but I, as someone behind the register, having to take your sticky, damp, bills, is thoroughly not impressed; get some pockets, or a purse. I like my bills crisp k….. And you best be leaving a tip if I got to touch that.

Besides money is so dirty anyway, do you have any idea where it’s been? Do you really want the essence of cocaine and dead hooker sweat seeping into your skin? Working with a variety of people over the years you see some shit, restaurant people, club owners, stoners, uptight mumbo jumbo people who you think have it all together, but turns out, they got a nasty white girl addiction they get delivered straight from the fairy godmother herself. My point is, money falls on the floor at bars, on the floor of bathroom stalls, in a puddle of puke from the dog down the street named Zeus who has a queasy stomach from lapping up some dairy that got spilled on the floor by baby bobby “ look mommy I can do it”. Have you ever thought how many times that currency has circulated through the hands of total strangers who have no manners? Its money right and no matter the turmoil and life that its lived you too might rescue it out of whatever sick and twisted melodrama God and the Devil are patiently waiting to watch for a good chuckle.

Best be thinking twice when you see that big bill blown into the middle of the highway, maybe the two of them are up there balancing out some overdue paperwork. I can see it now, they got their feet up on the coffee table with some hot buttered movie theater popcorn ready for the feature film titled “Yours or Mine” to start. Cryptocurrency is the way to go, and don’t forget to tip your waitress.

xo