Way back before I was stripped off of innocence, it was just
as expedient as smiling to my parents and uttering magic words for me to get
what I want. Growing up, I would still depend on their wallets for mine to be
filled. Spending what I have without the fear of going bankrupt was undeniably predictable.
I guess it went along with innocence and the thought that I’m their responsibility
that makes it all, well, fairish. Only now that I’m all grown up have I fully
understood that money can somehow be particularly elusive. Then there’s the
reality that it’s temptingly facile to spend money than to earn it.
