The Skunk had a look of disgust on her face, the Possum was wavering between stoicism and optimism, and the Raccoon looked genuinely satisfied. "How can you enjoy this?" asked the Skunk, grimacing. "It's like anything," the Raccoon answered, "you just have to develop a taste for it." "Develop a taste...for garbage." The Skunk's words dripped with sarcasm. "Yeah," the Raccoon went on, "I knew this guy once, I mean not personally, I know OF him. Anyway, I knew about this guy once, who one day just decided: "I'm going to stop using money." And he did. He just gave up money for good." "He gave up MONEY?!" The Possum was incredulous. "Yep. Just got sick of the system. I don't blame him. No more BS. Just free livin'. No ties, no bonds, no bull." "So how did he get by?" the Possum asked. "Same way we get by. Eatin' what he could find, dumpster diving and foraging. You know, dumpster diving is a skill, a science. You have to get a knack for it. See, that's why it's disappointing for first-timers.
