To The Arsehole Who Stole My Shoes:
Saturday, January 2nd, 2010It is extremely rude to leave someone to walk through raw sewage and step around broken glass. Thankfully the streets were swept and I didn’t stub my toes and drew blood or —believe me—I would have cut off yours.
I had my backpack stolen in the past, my sleeping bag, my cash and about everything else. But to steal someone’s flip-flops is beneath even the most common thief.
Of course mistakes happen, especially during the craziness of the New Year celebrations. They did—which is why I stowed my shoes underneath the damn shelf this time. You had to dig for them.
May you feet rot away.