Yesterday I almost lost my laptop, hammock, and just about everything else. Two kids walked past me at dusk as I was sleeping on the lawn near the beach, covered with my emergency blanket. Maybe I was actually asleep at that time, maybe not. All I know is that my bag was gone, and I instantly was on my feet saying "hey!". The kid dropped the bag and kept walking away. I stared after him angrily, while trying to get my heart rate back to normal. Then he calls back something like "what, you got money in it?" So goddamned brazen! This is like NYC or worse... better be more careful from now on, obviously I lucked out until now.
Later I went to the Yard House and tried some Hacker-Pschorr wheat beer and Young's Oatmeal Stout, both excellent. I'd seen the bottles years before at Ye Olde Falcon in Davie, FL but waited until I could get them on tap. Sure, I'm blowing what's left of my money, but maybe I should hasten the day I run out, just to see what happens to me.
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