one time in my life I was living on the street in a skid row type of society one day some people came and started paying people to tell them their story when they got to me I asked " how much you paying" one of em smiled and said 100 bucks like that's enough without hesitation and without a dime in my pocket I said no when asked why not I told em because my story is my life and my life is priceless and will not be exploited soon afterwards my stomach started grumbling for a meal and I had nothing to eat but I was still on my feet I had water to drink and regardless of what anyone thinks every wandering souls knows a hundred dollars won't get you far