I’m sitting here looking at my bank statements and it’s just... it’s stupid to even complain about, right? I had the career. I made partner. I’m 69 years old and I should be "enjoying the fruits of my labor" or whatever the hell the brochures say. But I’m thinking about 1985 and how much I absolutely hated buying a decent pair of shoes. It sounds so small, like it’s not even worth mentioning, but it wasn't small back then.

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