Been a Long Time Gone

Things are changing again. The wife and I are moving to a bigger, more lascivious apartment. I am doing the packing since I am done with summer school and she has to support my student ass. Oh woe. I was packing up delicate ceramics (my collection of authentic classic literature action figures) and was wrapping them in old coats. I pried my vinyl fubu action coat off of the clothes hangar and felt its heft. I didn't remember it being so heavy.
Being a student, I could smell money in it. I did a pat down of all of the pockets and felt a match book in the secret pocket on the lining. I pulled out the matchbook, which just happened to be wrapped in a five dollar bill along with a condom that expired in January of 2006. I don't remember the last time I wore the coat, but judging from the smells of bar and schenanigans that erupted when I shook the coat out, I probably had a good time.
I am currently jamming out to the Flogging Molly's and trying not to shed a tear for the destroyed brain cells and fuzzy memories of yore.