Anti abandons the internet.

so when i lost my wallet saturday it felt like that lyric, "instant karma's gonna get you" because i had just re-told the story about how my helper mark lost his wallet, and wanted to sue del taco for it.

we all laughed, and when it was an hour later, and i was driving around redlands, california to random places i parked to see if my wallet on the ground....

all i could think was how i shouldn't have taken so much pleasure in mark's loss.

and the day had gone so smoothley otherwise up until that point.

i fetched my helper at 6:00am. we had every freeway exit covered (for a ten mile stretch) by 10am. i was even able to find two last minute workers when suzie-the-lame showed up without her full car load.

and suddenly the worst thing that could have happened, was happening.

i thought back to what was in the wallet. about $200 cash, my license, my ATM card with the visa logo. I NEED THAT SHIT!

well my car has more compartments than yo mamma has rolls of fat, it's true. and so after deciding to push every button, the sunglasses compartment flew open and down came raining my long lost black leather wallet.

and i immediately kissed it, and then went into cursing mark for giving me bad luck.

the bastard!