In fact, when Dick thought about it. All his favorite things in life were free. His favorite tool. His favorite memories. And now here he was. Sitting in the study lounge thinking about how if only he had money he would be so happy. Why would things be different this time around? Sometimes he'd convince himself that he was wiser now and so knew what he wanted.

But in the quietest moments when his brain wasn't focusing on chemistry or political science, he knew this wasn't the case. still couldn't he wish for some money to go on vacation with? Trips.

He thought of hanging out with Alice for a moment. This was soon interrupted by his desire for the summer. Working on that Motel. Now that was something even better than free. He even got paid. Fixed stuff all day, every day.

No matter what happened during the school year. He knew he could look forward to spending the summer with Uncle Kev at that motel. He would bring his favorite, free screwdriver.