Yesterday morning, i knew i had to be somewhere. So threw everything i cared about in a bag and left. well, i wish that's what i did. I did leave, so i get props for that. But it took me five hours. You know, you just get attached to stuff, and i had to keep repacking my bag, cuz it was too heavey.
So i finally leave and right outside my apartment building a guy, never seen him in my life, asks me for some change. I'm like what the heck, I'm being spontaneous. (I've never given money to ANYONE before.) So i rummage in my wallet, trying to decide on how much to give the guy.
Not sure, but i'm guessing at least a couple of hours later i wake up with a mega headache. Yeah, the dude waked me and ran off with all my stuff. *Sigh* Honestly i almost gave up. Almost went back inside, uh, actually i tried but, guy stole my keys with everything else, so, yeah. Obviously i couldn't use my car either, so i just started walking.
At first i was really depressed. Everything i liked most was in that bag. But, after i bit, i actually felt kind of good. Like kind of free. So then night comes. I'm not the kind of person who gets any kind of kick out of lying, but... well, let's say i probably only woke up at all cuz a cat started to eat my ear. Nice.
At this point i was really starting to feel kind of worse off, then i, searching for breakfast, looked in a dumpster and found all my stuff. That was weird. Then i found the thief. He was, like, really dead. Or maybe asleep. Anyway I told the first cop i came across. I'm actually not sure he believed me.
Anyway, then i remembered where i was supposed to be. It took me the rest of my life to get there.
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