Pawn Shop Life

My camera was stolen today. I put it down at New Hope's thanksgiving party. I ate a bit, danced a bit, sat a bit. When it was done, it was gone. I shouldn't have put it down, or brought it in the first place.

As much as I really like my camera (as the best birthday present ever), it was a good grip test. How tight my grip is on my stuff.

Never forget, there's life after death and taxes. RIP on a Pawn Shop's shelf!

Finally, here I am with my good friend: