Waiting at the bar last night I had a quick scan through my wallet; it was definitely time for a clean out. I was amazed by the amount of junk I’d managed to carry around for years. I found a library card from my old high school, a ticket stub from a Bill Hicks concert, and a receipt for a Super Nintendo game. It was an untouched time capsule of the past 20 years. The only thing that hadn’t found a home within the leather pockets was money. It was time to go home.