Worst case scenario. I fell asleep on the train after a night of a few drinks. This is not weird. I fall asleep all the time on the train. This time the different part is that my bag was stolen while I was sleeping. I woke up and no bags. Two new shirts from Express. That was only $20 but I was looking forward to wearing them. My two only and favorite hats. The brown corduroy fedora looking one, and the newsy kangol looking one that blue and yellow.
I lost the book I was reading, "The Black Jacobins". I lost all the notes from my workshop. I was just workshopped that day and all the notes I had for those two poems were lost. I remember a lot of them but not all. I lost my JOURANL. I lost everything I wrote in that journal. I lost my Journal. I lost my Journal. I am so so so depressed every time I think and realize that I lost my Damn Journal. Not to mention that I love that bag I lost. I've been using it for three years. I miss my bag. But I lost my Journal!