Chickens. Tuggers. BitCoin. Copies of Meshach Taylor’s self-published autobiography Why, Yes, I Am Meshach Taylor. Jangling sacks of coins secreted within your pantaloons. Babies. (Do not use babies as currency.) Fatty burritos. Wait: is Cash a place? Like, he’s talking about not letting the sun set on your ass in Cash, Kentucky? Maybe I’m judging … Continue reading What Should We Use, Then?