I want to trust people but it just gets harder everyday. Today I go to Tompkins Square to shoot some hoops and some scum fuck steals my ball. I was playing a game and some kid asks if he can shoot around with my ball. I said it was cool, and that was the last time I saw the fucking thing.
Here's what really gets me - that was my shitty ball. It had tears in it and no grip, the reason I bring that thing to the park is so I don't have to worry about it. If it was a new ball then I could understand someone stealing it, in fact I would have deserved it. This was just sickness from a sick bastard - if you're going to be a dirty thief at least steal nice shit.
Now I have to bring the nice ball to the court and that's when I really have to worry. This is why I hate human beings.
3 comments:
sorry to hear about your ball.
I'm sorry to hear about that too. :( But I really do believe that when things (objects and opportunities) are willingfully and wrongfully taken from you, new things are given to you soon. I guess you could call it karma, but I prefer to think of it as the tendencey of the universe to work towards mathematical balance. :) I hope you get a surprise gift soon!
i stabbed your ball, ha
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