the naive country boy.

i have been pre-occupied with studying or getting drunk these past couple of days, therefore my first post since a couple of days ago. i tend to lose interest in things quickly if you don't know me by now, which is why i really should start inventing a device that gives you the sensations of being drunk, eating great fine-dining meals complete with a nicotine buzz shortly after, winning the megabucks, and multiple orgasms all at once. i can only imagine what the downing experience would be like.

so this past weekend, i pretty much had no life. i did get to go away to the country side, however it really wasn't enough since i had to work. friday and saturday night closing, double shifted on sunday, and open monday morning. not exactly the schedule i'd hope for the week before finals. nevertheless, tips was good; that was until someone had decided to hawk some of it.

so i collected all my tips and decided "hey, i'll go to the gym today." now the first thing you need to understand is that people from kauai (i can only say this for people on the westside) are generally very trusting. we don't lock are car/home doors if we are in the vicinity because we know if something were to happen, we'd be able to find that person in an instant and do whatever mokes do. alright, so back to the story. i didn't have a padlock to store my bag in the gym's locker since i rode my bike to work that day. i decided to leave my bag at work and as i was walking to the gym across the street, i realized that i had forgotten to take my wallet with me. i figured, ah...i'm almost at the gym and i'm not going to walk back. besides, no one would search my bag unless if they needed cigarettes, right? and at that time, no one who worked with me that day smoked.

so i returned from the gym some thirty minutes later (oh, shut the fuck up) and gathered my things and left shokudo. showered at home and decided to do my grocery shopping, which later turned out to be shopping at shirokiya and whatever else stores in ala moana. i always have a tendency to check to see how much i have spend after i do my damage versus normal people who check soon after they purchased an item. so i get in my car, and i realize that i'm short. i knew i did about a hundred-dollars worth of damage, but i'm still short. i checked my receipts and then i had realized that i had two, fifty-dollar bills as tips and they weren't there. i'm pretty damn sure i didn't use them, but even if i did, i'd still have the correct amount left over. it can only be concluded that someone at work had taken whatever amount from my wallet while i was at the gym, because i know when i have any denominations over twenty, i tend to remember how much of it i have since i rarely ever get to see those types of bills.

i mean, of course i'm pissed about the fact that i don't have that money, but it's more so that i can't trust whoever was there that day. i can't necessarily pinpoint the exact person who may have taken the cash, but it sucks that they are like that. you see, there are two things that hurts me the most; me losing trust in others through dissapointing actions, and anal sex. it can't be the latter, but i'm glad you weren't able to do both. this whole ordeal definitely makes me think twice since it technically was my fault for leaving my wallet there, but as my parents have taught me and my sister while were growing up; "shame is when you steal." so dear whoever, please remember this and try not to do it again...