Many have noted that I tend to look down at the ground while I walk. I will not deny it; the truth is the truth. What is the reason for my downcast gaze?
-Am I severely depressed? (Eyore syndrome?)
-Are my shoulders weighed down by problems unfathomable?
-Am I so concerned with the sanctity of all life, that I keep a constant vigil to make sure that nothing living is trodden on?
The answer is - None of the above. I simply find more money that way.
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