FUCK

so the game was great. go to the bar and leave my jacket ther draped on a chair. there for about an hour. pick up my harley jacket. phone in pockets within it. velcro'd up. get to the car. no phone. no box.

in velcro.

i can see it now. the strange dude leaning over towards me while is ol' lady digs in my pockets.

found my box and my phone.

THEN.

halfway home and dealing with that.
feel in my back pocket.
no skeletool.... err pocket knife tool thing.

and that rings back to a random lady just full on grabbing my ass.... 3 times.
with boyfriend looking on....

didn't pick up that i was being pick pocketed!!!
fuck.

so, phoneless, knifeless, and hitter less . . . . well not so much the latter.

fuckers.