Well Chase said I need it.

I was at Chase bank, sad. I know.

I needed to withdrawl (withdrawl is southern for withdraw) money to pay rent...ugh.

No income, it's ok, who cares.

Well one of the people who work at banks

the ones above cashiers or tellers I mean

one of them, in this case a woman, she intercepted me

from going to the tellers. I've seen how this works from multiple visits.

Anyway,

Yeah I need to get all of this money out. I "just" moved here from Washington. No, I don't want that or that.

Oh I need a new debit card cuz I have an "old" one that might not work soon or some of "them" have been inconsistent at "working".

Ok whatever, the new one will be a visa, and a new one means a later exp date and shit so whatever, fuck, I don't care.

Well...

I get my new card in the mail.

Guess What...

Guess, right now....

I will give you a chance to guess...

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The Card has a new number, but beyond that is exactly the same as my "old" card. Not a visa, still mastercard. Wow, fuck.

Fuck me.

Fuck life.