Does only god walk alone...?

Trip Start Sep 28, 2011
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Saturday, November 26, 2011

I suppose it had to happen at some point.  I have been pretty stupid in carrying a wallet in the first place, and keeping all my cards in it.  Some kind soul buys me a pack of cigarettes.  The nicotine does little to numb my almost overwhelming sense of self pity.  With liquor fueling the rampage, I curse the sky, long enough to get my point across, short enough to avoid the guilt.

With new found companions I enjoy a lovely start to the day.  As these things go however, and based on my run of luck at the moment, it wasn't to last.  I should apologise for the recent negativity with my musings.  Yet I feel that until this downturn changes, I'll continue to say what I think.  You'll just have to put up with it. 

And so it goes...lovely day, lovely (start) to the night.  New hostel buddies, a great atmosphere, some fine tunes married with hilarious card and drinking games.  We moved into town as an army.  We danced, we laughed, we partied hard.  Have you ever had one of those nights where everything is just golden?  You're on form, everything you say is witty, smiles all around, that glance from a nice girl...?

Ok so I mentioned a girl. Get over it.

The party spilled over onto the next bar.  Familiar faces, old and new acquaintances.  Drinks?  Yes.  Drinks for some friends.  Wait.  What?  Where?  Where is my wallet?  Is it...?  No.  Did I...? No.  What just happened?

My wallet is stolen.  Within minutes, that aforementioned epic night turns into a total train wreck.  Everything disappeared.  All the fun, all the dancing, all the spade work.  Vanished.  Pride comes before a fall.  Having my little "chat" with the man behind the curtain never really settles the issues.  Perhaps that's because he isn't there.



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