See the connection? He looks more and more like his mom as he gets older. So do I. In another couple years I'll look like a soft pile of laundry.
I need new clothes. When I think about departing for NYC in a couple weeks I realize that most of my closet looks as if it was recently pulled out of a hobo's pocket. I've been over-spending and under-earning for many months now. I no longer work for a company that showers me with free stock bonuses. My job is now privately owned. My income has been cut in half, though my purchasing impulses have remained consistently strong. My credit usage is bullish while my income is bearish. For the first time in several decades I have credit card debt. I had to pull money out of savings to pay some of it down, which is not what's supposed to happen, especially at my age. It's important that I don't eat all of the cans of dog food before I need them.
See the dog on the boy's hat? It's what writers do, draw out connections, belabor them, deny having done so. Etc.
I wrote the above earlier today.
After that, I spent $600 at the snowboard store. Well, it's a sports store, but we were there for the boy's winter rental, a tuneup for my board, and I also found two pairs of pants I liked. I don't wear jeans any more, so life has become more expensive. I bought a new backpack over the weekend, also. I'm certain that I am feeding an addiction. I know the feeling pretty well, have been thinking about it more and more. Purchasing is pornography without the satisfaction or shame. It feels secretive. I'm compelled to divulge. Etc.
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