My mid-week sunny day morning started out like any other... I awoke to the gentle chirping of birds hurrying in to eat the sunflower seeds I put in the feeder the night before. The singing winged angels and smile bringers alike, know that they need to hurry in and fill their tummies before the little bushy tailed gray goober devils (squirels) swoop in from the nearby by trees and devour all the seedy goodness or the evil giggling masked critters (racoons) get their gnarly mitts all up in there and rip the roof off the son-o-bitch and all the seedy goodness hits the ground... only to bring the black and white smelly beasts (skunks) into the mix.... Yeah the universe seemed to be humming peacefully along and I was sure it was going to be a good day..
I stepped my sleepy eyed, red curled head out into the daylight.. happy to greet the morning with a big dumb grin on my face because today was going to be a special day, today I was going to put a bid on my dream house. Oh no.... that was not what the universe was going to deliver...no, the universe wanted to spill a tank of rotten karma on my dreams and snatch up all of my warm happiness and replace it with darkness.
As I approached my jeep I felt that weird feeling you get when you know something is slightly off center but your waking mind just isn't ready or capable of dealing with the vision your eyes were preceiving. Then the shock of it was like being sucked up by a gaint wave and carried under, only to resurface and grasp for air, than roll again... pure emotion. My sleeping bag was laying in the middle of the street.. it was intacted but covered in mud. My soft top was removed with a blade of some sort, I found pieces in the field, and by the creek bed later in the afternoon. The dash was nothing more than pieces of smashed plastic, looked like the work of an axe or sledge hammer. My Sirius radio...missing.. my yakstraps eight of them...missing..my collection of weird and unique cds..missing...my walkies talkies...missing...my lifejacket, helmet, paddling jacket, wetsuit, bathing suit, sprayskirt, paddling shorts..missing...my clothes..missing.. and most important... my dancing bear lawn blanket...missing. (most likey was used to port away all my belongings) All the items in my stolen inventory can be replaced, except my blanket... that was were Jake slept after a long hike on the AT and it has been to well over 100 concerts with me.
To whomever now possesses the last piece of my best friend (rest in peace sweet Jake), I hope it brings joy to your dark heart.
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