I can clearly remember the day I threw $500 into a landfill. Nearly everything I owned followed.
Actually, I gave the cash to the “JUNK” man. Instead of selling my heart to him, I handing over my $500. Technically, he wasn’t a junkman at all. He was a guy who drove a van for the fine folks at 1-800-GOT-JUNK?, and in return, he hauled away all the physical baggage I’d been hanging onto for three and a half years and deposited it into that aforementioned landfill. While the company he worked for padded their coffers by half a grand, Public Storage at 30 Prince Street in Brooklyn became $137 a month poorer.
Don’t cry for them, though. They had a very good run.