Contents of My Desk

Right now on my desk there's an old passport, two holes in it. Some scraps of leather on it. Was patching a hole with them, didn't go well. A pencil beside. HB2. Some canvas an inch to the West, same patch job. Sunglasses my buddy left in my bag a few years ago. Three monitors, one of them a laptop. An old man calculator. The kind with the large buttons, so I hit the right keys every time. A Priority Pass welcome letter. Under it is a dog-eared copy of The Very Hungry Caterpillar. Headphones I don't use. Removable hard drive by the middle screen, plugged into the dock. Random papers. One of my hunting knives. Desk phone, disabled. Two mice. Random shit, too insignificant and numerous to list. GoldClass Rich Leather cleaner spray, unused. A stapler. Another mouse, my old Razer, retired. Five cents in Canadian Tire money. Dog tags hanging by the laptop. A Chevy calendar from 2015. A picture no one is allowed to touch. On the back is a eulogy.