A kid finds a $25 hammer at a flea market, pays a quarter for it, and brings it home. His dad is furious, telling him you don't get anything for free. The lesson stuck: you have to earn what you get.
They weren't both good. $10. I went and put those next flea market. I said, guy, can I have a quarter? I want to go get a hammer. He said, yeah, sure. You think you can do that again? He said, this time I want a real hammer. This time I'm gonna want real money. He said, we'll see. You go get me a hammer. I'll give you, I'll give you what it's worth. I said, I'll be back. He gave me that quarter. I ran up on them $25 hammer, walked back and said, here you go. My dad looked at me like, what? Uh, I said, $25, please. Yeah, he's like, here's a dollar. I don't know where you stole them, but I know I'm going to jail. He was mad, but that was the way he raised me, was to understand that I wasn't going to get shit for free.
