I can't help but search the ground for money. If you ever happen to walk with me, you'll notice that I'm constantly looking at the ground. I may even make a dash for a piece of paper in the gutter, pick it up, and throw it in the garbage. That's because I thought it was money. I look for money even when I have a job. It's sort of one of those compulsive, neurotic habits. Every now and again, I find cool stuff (and sometimes I even find money). Most recently I've collected: a small skull pin, a real squirrel skull, a magnifying glass, and a tiara.
