Wed
Oct
22
tonight my whole bag got stolen from the stage of a club in soho.
camera. cash. transport card. drivers license. sweater. notebook. london a-z book. a multitude of credit cards.
i burned my pasty when i went to make the first meal of my day at home at 5 am. after getting a cab home with a kind stranger.
i figured life was over, worthless, literally useless…
until UNTIL the man with the indian accent on the phone when i called HSBC to cancel my card was repeating my London postcode back…
