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You can steal my jacket but you can't steal me

Michael considered fate at 12:58   |   Permalink   |   Post a Comment

Everyone has their schtick and on here, if you've paid any attention, mine is that I'm blessed. Not in some religious way, just generally lucky. Not super win-a-sports-car lucky, but just.. well.. bad shit don't happen to me. People around me don't die (before their time). Nobody steals stuff from me. Simple stuff like that. Stuff that some people would take for granted but don't think for a minute that I don't appreciate my place in this world every single day. I do.

My roommate is cursed by the phantom theif. Don't ask me why, he's just doomed. He has had $3000 worth of CDs stolen out of his car at the beach. He has had his backpack stolen at work more than once. He has had his car towed from out in front of our apartment when I've parked there for three years - even on no-parking bans - and not even gotten a parking ticket. He bought a new freestyle bike last year and got it stolen 2 days later.

bummer.

So a few weeks ago when my first ever leather jacket got stolen - on my birthday no less - I didn't panic. In fact it didn't even phase me, really. I think it's a testament to my.. hmm.. maturity? serenity? I don't know what you call it. I don't feel particularly mature or serene, ask my friends, but this stuff.. this life.. you just gotta roll with it sometimes.. Especially when things have worked out so well for me up to this point.

Okay, no more jacket. I'll deal.

Felt a little naked riding around on the motorcycle, though, so I needed to do something quick. Luckily, someone invented the internet. I sent a note out on the CD-ROM (crazed ducati riders of mass.) mailinglist and I said: kind people, i need a jacket. does anyone have an old one they'd sell me on the cheap? A few responses came in, I settled on a nice $320 msrp Fieldsheer.. got it shipped for $100 flat. Fits like a glove (not oj's) and now I'm back on the road, equipped, safe, and smiling from ear to ear.

The worst part of this experience, in the end, was that my pipe was in my jacket pocket when it got stolen. It was a real expensive pipe but it was a gift from one of my best friends. Sentimental value, and all that. Guess you can't win 'em all..