Cacophony of an Empty Wallet

I am always with him; wherever he goes I am bound to stay with him. To be honest, I am the one who decides where he shall be. Yes! He is dependent on me for his living and recreations. I am his wallet.

However, I share a very sad story from in a handcrafted box in a big gift shop to being rugged in the unwashed sweaty jeans for days I have seen it al. I vividly remember the day when his girl bought it for him as a valentines gift and he smiled looking at me. As soon as we reached home he stuffed me with what is usually not in a wallet. I was stuffed with bills instead of cash, visiting cards instead of Debit and Credit cards and Condoms (fucking license) rather than driving license. At that moment I realized bad fate had befallen me, the worst had just happened to me. I was a wallet of a broke jerk. The misery had just begun.
The 1st of every month, I would get a cleanup and I would be puffed with full of notes. That evening I would be manhandled in his drunk hands as he danced and partied at the bar.The money from me would evaporate faster than water droplets under the scorching sun.

Most of the time I would be empty he would remove me whenever he went out to the local food joint but never opened me, seems he was just a big show off. I used to eavesdrop and hear how he always felt he was underpaid and how he had so many commitments and responsibilities to meet. He would always give the lion’s share to his better half who would eventually go out and spend on things like me, which lie uselessly with him.

At times I used to compare myself with an onion, whenever he opened it he would cry. I was like his girlfriend, just bones, no meat. I still found it amusing how he carried me everywhere and protected me and kept me so close to him. Maybe it was the affection he had with me because she had gifted it to him.

This was one uniqueness between us and the humans the emotions and affection for materialistic things. Maybe that’s why they are called living beings and us merely materialistic things.

With this, I just want to share to all this living beings we won’t mind if you purchase my siblings who aren’t as expensive as me as long they don’t make you cry. Because we have known affections aren’t measured in money.

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