A friend of my sister once described me as eccentric.
I felt compelled to indicate that my dearth of sufficient pecuniary reputation to secure such encomium precluded the bestowal of such an accolade.
I told her I was too poor to be eccentric.
With more and more jobs being lost to robots and AI, and unmeasurable waste of human talent, it doesn't take much to see how universal basic income for all could have us living in a star trek utopia before the end of the century.
Do you ever feel like your money comes into one hand and goes straight out the other. Me too, I call it being a parent, but really its just life. If you buy this design you can be confident I will spend the money before it finds its way into my wallet.
I drew this as a bit of fun, two hands joined together, one receiving money and one giving it. This pattern repeats, over and over again. The text reads MOOLA, slang for money.