Dollars In My Pocket. Spendin' On My Mind.

I should not be spending as much money as I have been. Low funds. Medium-paying job. Dollar Signs In My Eyes. Call me a fool. I DON'T GIVE.

I believe I am victim to what the doctors call ADDICTION. Addiction to SPENDING. Out of sheer boredom, I find myself walking the aisles of various retail centers, thinking of what I could buy. Then I buy something. In today's case.... LOBSTER BISQUE. Slurpin' it right now.... DELICIOUS.

But Jesus H. Christ! I must be stopped. I am in no power to do that.

The representative of this costly habit is the American Dollar. USD for the people. Cash for the rash. I speak of the dollar in many different forms. Here are some examples:

• Kronos Bux
• Skinless Greenbacks
• QUAN
• Crispy Portraits
• Salad Paper
• COIN

Post-Bisque, I pedaled over to the gas station to buy a lotto card with some QUARTERS. Here's what happened:

Before:

After:

If you can't tell, I did not win anything. Whatever.

GIMME SOME MONEY