There was a time when I was broke, sleep deprived and underweight. It was the result of a bad divorce, not drugs. People told me I was starting to look like a tweaker. The only way I could make the mortgage payment was to sell my car, but I still had my mint 1974 Peugeot PX10 to get around town on. I guess I'm lucky someone like you didn't knock me on the head and take the bike.