I was mugged the night before last. Robbed at gun point. I lost everything save for my toothbrush, passport, cellphone (without a battery), mp3 player, glasses, and some other junk. I lost my wallet, my g-ma’s ring, my sketchbook, notebook, diary, journal, my one change of clothes, my backpack itself, my retainers, my cellphone battery, two-hundred and seventy dollars cash, any and all hygiene products, my first developed roll of film, my map, and some other things. It was 9 o’clock at night and I was walking three blocks from the bus stop to a friend’s house. Some fucking kid felt me up and lifted up my skirt. The police caught up with them later that night and turns out they’re better off than I am. Fucking kids. Fucking people. Fucking guns.
