why, of course!

i used to be an idiot..emm i mean anarchist. what's mine is yours, man, let's share. i know your intentions are good. and that is all that matters. we can share the little we have and feed each other on love. we'll be set up so well, that we can stay like this, in bed all day long. isn't anarchism great?!

then i realized that i was poor. that poverty, is actually depressing. you miss out on a lot of cool things. you can tell yourself that you are rich in spirit all you want, but just like with anarchism, it's just a nice coat of ketchup on the bread, to hide the fact that you have not even cheese under the misdirecting condiment.

then i had a baby. a can of baby formyla isn't going to be cheap, neither do dipers. some day, she will want , or need, even more expensive things. so the feelinf i get, when money cones my way , these days, is joy. i enjoy providing and earning for my not-so-hungry baby. I want wealth and comforting luxuries for her. i want to provide her with enough wealth, that she will never need to worry.

and it can be arranged that mt wealth cures me of the need to worry abour stuff, well that is not bad at all...