Evil Exists

Early in the morning. Ready to start my day. I get in my car, start the ignition, and as I drive off, my right hand by habit automatically reaches for the volume knob of the car stereo. Can't find it. Am I not fully awake? My fingers feel cold steel and dangling wires. Damn it. My car stereo - gone. I reach behind my seat. My digital camera - gone. My car got broken into.

Evil.

I don't consider my car stereo or my camera material possessions. These are tools that get me through my day and provide me comfort. This morning or last night, some idiots decided to take some of that comfort away from me.

I wish that at least I got robbed by pros. These guys didn't even know what they were doing. They took the detachable face but couldn't pull out the whole car stereo unit. They took my Canon PowerShot G5, but don't have the battery charger for it.

What I miss most are the hundreds of pictures that I had on my camera, and the daily hour of music or talk radio that get me through my commute.

Evil? Sure exists. Karma? I sure hope so.

Krassy Can Listen To It: "Karma Police" by Radiohead