First two tanks

May 28, 2009

According to his mother, his father left so much pocket change lying around that she started saving it. In the end, she saved enough to buy him a new suit—his father always wondered how she’d bought it.

Later his father abandoned him, and he never got over the heartbreak.

He shared his father’s habit: piles of change left everywhere, like archaeological fragments. I collected it in a bowl, and he abandoned the money when he left me.

It was not enough for a suit. But it was enough for my first two tanks of gas out of town.

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