`jimmyjaysf` [Thread]

I was living in Manhattan and unemployed and money was getting real
tight. I had been taking a nap on a Saturday afternoon and had a dream
in which my father and I were walking down a country road, Andy and Opie
style. In my dream, my dad said something to me which was financial
advice, which was very strange because my father never said anything to
me while he was alive, like how to throw a ball or be a man, much less
how to deal with money. I woke from the dream and was hungry. There was
no food in the apartment so I go downstairs to the bodega across the
street and get something to eat. As I’m walking back to my building, I
see that there are a few pieces of mail dropped on the sidewalk. I pick
them up very quickly and take them up to my apartment , hoping no one
saw me pickup what was obviously not mine. I get back to my apartment
and can tell that one of the envelopes contains a credit card. I open it
up and it’s a Gold American Express Card. I read the letter inside and
ascertain that some guy who lives in the city was mailing the card out
to his wife who is living in East Hampton. I, begin to contemplate how
easy It would be to go on a shopping spree in Manhattan with this newly
found American Express card. I begin to fantasize how I can go to
Barney’s and get a new suit for a job interview, and go buy a new
computer and I can get groceries and I could get myself out of these
financial straits I was in and Amex would eat the cost. I had never done
anything like this before or ever been in trouble with the law but I was
getting desperate. Then suddenly, I remembered the dream I had just a
half hour ago and the advice my father gave me walking down the country
road. He had said only 5 words to me in my dream; Leave the credit card
alone. I cut up the card and threw it in the garbage.

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