The poorest kid in our neighborhood ended up craziest shoe collection I've ever seen. He didn't spend a dime. In fact he got paid.

His dad worked at a tire shop and got talking to a customer who was an exec with the Clippers (this when they played at the sports arena. Worst team in the league). Instead of paying for 4 new tires he got his kid a job as a ball boy. After every game he came home with a player's shoes, usually autographed. He also had access to free tickets, which made him very popular.