So the other day I was walking down the street and I came across someone who was trying to make his way with music. He was playing some acoustic songs and looked like he was taking a break. All I really noticed was his guitar, a few coins, and a huge pile of Beatles posters scattered all over the ground.

it turned out he wanted some money for a bus ticket. So I chatted with him a bit to make sure he wasn’t going to spend my dough on beer or something. After some major bargaining, the guy wanted to squeeze as much out of me as I could. So I told him I would give him 20 bucks for all his Beatles posters. He gladly accepted. I felt great about it, and so did he. I was proud of myself that day.