I'm lost, incomplete, and full of remorse. We had so much time together. We could have been great. We were great once, weren't we? We lived, loved, laughed, cried. When I was successful, you were right there by my side, as if you were attached to my left hip. When I was down and out more times than I can count, still you stayed. We had something. Now, you are gone, and I don't know what I'll do without you.
Wallet, dear sweet wallet, you may have been my best friend. As I attempted to scrape together every solitary George Washington I could encounter during my bleak and arduous high school years, where did I put them? We more often than not wasted those stark singles on frivolous expenditures, but hell, wasn't it one fun ride though?
In college, where did I keep my never-ceasing supply of condoms? In you, of course. Never mind the fact that the supply never dwindled because the demand was non-existent. That doesn't matter, because you had my back while in my pocket throughout the star-crossed journey.
When Iworked two jobs, running from one place to another in a frantic attempt to make ends meet, you were my office. I shoved, stored, and stapled items into you, shoehorning more and more stuff into you to the point you finally burst. I'm sure it hurt, but you never once complained, did you?
Those last few weeks were the toughest, weren't they? We both knew you were on your last legs. Your soft, single-fold frame made out of sturdy leather is just as tough and gruff as it always has been, but your seams, like my own creaky ankles could only take so much stress. Even as I braced the damage with a green butterfly clip, closing your gaping right side, nothing could stop the inevitable. We briefly thought about a second clip, a blue one, for the left side, remember? Ah, it is just as well.
So here I am, sitting in this lonely, squalid hellhole of the JCSU on a day which is apparently a holiday. Even though it is Nevada Day, I don't feel like celebrating. How can I? I am now forced to carry my essentials around like this:
I've attempted to fix the gap problem on this post multiple times, and it just doesn't want to solve. But considering this is my first blog with pictures (yay, I'm learning!) I'm willing to allow it for now. It is a national holiday, after all.
ReplyDeleteWait, it isn't? Nobody else celebrates Nevada Day except Nevada? How odd. It is almost as if it is a completely made up unnecessary holiday with absolutely no reason to exist. Much like Founders Day in Utah. But perhaps I am just bitter.
ReplyDeleteOkay, I promised I wouldn't do this, considering it is Nevada Day and all, but do you know why Nevada was admitted to the union at all? First, it was the Civil War, and the North needed resources--namely the Comstock Lode and all the silver and gold we could mine, not to mention all the other metals they are still digging for. Second, Lincoln and his Republicans needed to make sure he would be reelected, which wasn't a given. Nevada didn't even qualify for statehood with its sparse population, yet it was bestowed the status less than a week before the election! Wow, who'd have thunk. Okay, rant done.
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