
He swiped. He cried. He held.
CardCat opened 47 credit cards in a single afternoon. Groceries, jpegs, a suspiciously large lasagna โ all of it, maxed.
When the statements arrived, he did not run. He sat. On the cards. On the debt. And he became something greater: a symbol.
$CARD is that symbol. Diamond paws. Wet eyes. No refunds.


