Finger rub
A little extra cash makes you spendy. Over the years I have trained shopping out of myself, for the most part. but feeling flush recently has given me that impulse to indulge. Of course it's all spoken for already. Every penny I've made in the last 6 weeks has a place to go - some of it I'm stealing, but I know where it mostly needs to go. Nevertheless I'm surprised to find how my imagination and eyeballs light up with the possibilities when I'm not feeling strapped. Picture frames, letterpressed greeting cards, that silver-painted leather bracelet on Valencia Street, Katie West's book of nude self portraits, flowers for G, an airplane trip to Chicago and a car trip to LA, a necklace that Beth would love, a two-person tent, motorcycle lessons, a block of seats for the A's-Sox game for a bunch of friends to come and see fireworks that night, top shelf bourbon, a Cal Tjader anthology, a ticket home for Jim even though you're afraid he might not come back, prime lenses, a big beautiful monitor.
...! It's under there somewhere.
...! It's under there somewhere.