In my youth I didn’t have any extra money. I had to sell one to buy one I thought I liked better. Hasbeen
+1, 'cept it didn't stop in my youth.
Sometimes I sell stuff 'cause I realize I have more [bleep] than I need, more than I'm using, and it becomes an anchor, a dead weight pulling me down. I get rid of it. Then some time later I realize the need has returned. While yeah, I wish I still had that first one I got rid of, I really did have to get rid of it or I wouldn't have made it to the place where there was a need again.
Tom
