For a little while as a kid I lived in a well-to-do neighborhood. I didn’t have money, but I had ingenuity. All the other kids had so many expensive things that they didn’t value what they had. I would trade them one of my ninja throwing stars for something that had much more monetary value. Their Mom would be knocking on my door the next night demanding I give back whatever it was. So there I was with my throwing star again. I finally lost it in ivy trying to throw it into a pine tree. I didn’t think I understood then the entire charade of buying and selling and all of it’s bizarre rules, but I had it down pretty good. Nowadays I buy or sell what I need as quickly as possible so that I can continue my crusade. I am the Ivy Ninja and I wonder what happened to the world?