I Bought a $28 Burger—Grandpa’s Bank Account Exposed My Real Problem

He set it in front of me.

On the first page, in block letters, he’d written:

WHERE DOES IT GO?

He handed me a pen.

“Write,” he said.

I stared at the blank page, feeling like I was back in school, about to fail.

“My rent—” I started.

“Basement,” Frank said.

“My car,” I said.

“Write it,” he said.

So I did.

Car payment.

Insurance.

Gas.

Groceries.

Phone.

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