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I literally feel sick to my stomach whenever I see someone post on Facebook how they’ve made it through their first year of college and here I am a college drop out just trying not to drown. living shouldn’t be this hard.

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This post was meant to be an excuse to use the VSCO app on my iphone, but apparently there’s a glitch that causes images to save faded. So I decided to do post-process on my computer and post this anyway.

I found this $2 bill a while ago on the street. It’s my lucky $2 bill. Did you know that in American culture the $2 bill is considered unlucky? I didn’t realize this until I tried to look up why it’s considered lucky in Asian cultures. Pay attention next time you’re in a Vietnamese restaurant. You’ll most likely see $2 bills taped behind the counter.

According to Snopes, Americans avoid the $2 bill for a few reasons.

1. At the time it was created, prostitutes used to cost $2. Thus, if you had a $2 bill it was thought that it was passed around a whorehouse at some point. 

2. People who sold their votes were paid $2. So if you walked around with a $2 bill it meant you were a dishonest vote seller. 

3. The standard horse bet was $2, so if you had a $2 on you it made it seem like you were a degenerate gambler. 

4. Deuce is a slang term for the devil, “The deuce you say!”. Thus, it is the bill of the devil. 

Of course, asians see it differently. The bills are rare, so they’re popular during Tet (Lunar New Year), where money is given as gifts in red envelopes for luck.

I learned they’re so popular that there is an actual resale market for them. Bills printed in 2003 (like mine above, though it’s not in the best condition) are worth $2.50-$3. You can get $7.50-$8 for a bill printed in 1976. But the holy grail bills, ones with serial numbers ending in the four of the same numbers (like 4444) can fetch up to $125, and often require you to pay a small fee for a chance to bid on them.

Your muscles have a certain memory about them. That’s why we can tie our own shoes or play piano without looking. But when you spend a long enough time with someone your bodies memorize each other you know? The warmth of your back, the pace of your heartbeat, your tickly eyelashes. And the way your fingers would curl in sequence when I used to play with your palm. Another person is like moving to a new country where you don’t know the language. It’s a scary thing.
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