Attrition

Sometimes shit just wears out. I hate it, but I console myself with the idea that I'm living life to the fullest and very few material items can keep up with the hurt inflicted by the blazing lifestyle I've adopted. Still, it saddens me to know that my trusted friend of all these years has popped its last top.

On the other hand, $7.25 just bought me another 10,000 or so openings and the peace of mind that I will never be stranded in the desert, surrounded by nothing but sand, dangerously dehydrated, with a capped cold one in hand and only my teeth to rely on.

So I guess I don't really have much of an issue after all.