Letters from Sanford Street # 472

I was thinking about something. I ordered a wallet, and, it made me think about how, years ago, my younger brother Noah gave me a wallet, either for my birthday, or for Christmas.

I think that I had it for so long that I repaired it several times, and I think I finally replaced it when I moved to Vegas.

I threw it away right in front of him, and my mom said something like, it's that wallet you gave kenny for his birthday years ago, he still had it.

I thought that he might have felt bad that I was throwing it away so casually, but then I pulled it out of the trash to show fucked up it really was, where I sewed it back together, and where I taped it, and the rips that I didn't bother fixing.

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I've never been in Alcoholics Anonymous, but, they have numerous depictions in popular media and, you always hear them say, something about having the willpower to change the things I can, the humility to accept the things I can't change, and the wisdom to know the difference

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Maybe I. Somethings I think I became a cranky old man way before I should have.