I don't make any money at all. We make about a dollar. here he is. But then again I also do not work. i sit in my underwear until noon and then go downstairs and make coffee, fry eggs, read the newspaper, read some books, smell the books, wonder if maybe I have to do this book myself?, smell the books again, books was thrown across the room because I was jealous that someone else could write a book well, felt so guilty for throwing the book across, it was because I secretly wondered if God in heaven noticed my evil jealousy, or worse again, my laziness. then I sat on the sofa face down and asked God to forgive me because I was secretly afraid that God would burden all our words because we were jealous of other people's stupid words. And for this, as I said, I was paid a dollar. Praise God it is much more valuable.