|10 x 13 x 4 cm|
I am hard on things that one wouldn't expect to experience wear. I mean shoes, sure; I go through them like a 4 year old. But wallets? I mean, they are protected from the front of me-- the sawdusty, hand-wiping, sandpaper using, paint splattering, oft-bleeding front of me. Yet, my license is caked with tiny black matter that looks like the gum on a subway platform, my credit cards are all splintered, and the wallets that hold them tend to last but a year at best.