A Slice of Bad Fortune

I don't really feel like recounting this entire affair. It just causes me heartbreak every time I think about it. So well, the gist of it is that some asshole stole my bag during frisbee on Saturday. He didn't just take my bag, he took my shoebag as well. Now, I'm shoeless, bagless, walletless, and cards-less. Oh well, I can just blame it on my carelessness I guess. The funny thing about it was that at the bus stop, when it was drizzling slightly, I had this gut feeling telling me to go home. When I was all changed up and ready to play, I had another gut feeling telling me not to leave my wallet and phone in my bag. I guess, my instincts probably are accurate in some sense. The most important lesson here: trust your instincts and be more careful.

Honestly, I'm really sad. I really loved my Crumpler. :(