We did not think of ourselves as poor then. We simply had no money. Our food was fairly plentiful, what with fishing and planning and a minimum of theft. Entertainment had to be improvised without benefit of currency. Our pleasures consisted in conversation, walks, games, and parties with people our own financial nonexistence. A real party was dressed with a gallon of thirty-nine cent wine, and we would have a hell of a time with that. We did not know any rich people, and for that reason we did not like them and were proud and glad we didn’t live that way.
"Ed Ricketts" Steinbeck
Hood swag forever.