Boston - August 21, 2007

Money Talks

Jack Spade Wallets

A drunken couple stumbles down a darkened alley late one Friday night.

They hardly notice the footsteps behind them. The man stiffens when he feels the pinch of a finger removing his wallet. He jerks around, but the perp is already running away.

“Hey!” the guy warbles. “That guy jusssht shtole my stinkin’ wallet!” His date giggles and tosses herself on top of him. Suddenly, the thief turns and slowly shuffles back toward them. They unlock lips and squint at the guy.

“Sorry, man,” he mumbles, handing the goods over.

The couple looks down at the still-full, limited-edition Jack Spade wallet in olive twill. The inside is a soft, blackened boar skin. On the outside, in large cursive letters, is stitched: “Don’t steal my f*cking wallet.”

The date grins at his girl who gives the thief the finger.

“See?” she says. “We’re takin’ ah bite outta crime!”

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