Life Changer

For the last few days, all I've been smelling is a combination of old man cologne and pancake syrup. I don't appreciate, and never will I appreciate, being stuck in this dark pocket days at a time. Whoever owns these pair of jeans obviously forgot I was in here because they never attempt to pull me out, even when they were washing clothes. Although I am a single one dollar bill, I can still change one's life tremendously. My last owner always had me in a cold cash register. I never told anybody this, but I hate being in one place for more than a couple hours. When I was first made, I was traveling from one pocket to the next wallet within ten minutes. The reason was because of all the bets and gambling that took place where I was from. Now, the people like to put me in vending machines and crumble me up like a worthless piece of paper. I remember I was put in what the humans call a piggy bank by a three year old, and wasn't let out until that three year old had a mustache. I often been yelled at because I wasn't good enough. Nothing hurts more than being told that all you are isn't good enough. I've learned that I'm worth a lot more than I think.