Someone broke into my car this weekend. We were at the movies, and when we came out the widow was busted and a bunch of stuff was gone. They took a $30.00 boom box, some CDs and my cell phone plug. My first reaction was anger, but it's always tough for me to be angry at stupid stuff like this. I was a bit of a derelict when I was young, and it gives me very little right to be indignant in situations like this. It's not a karma thing for me. I just can't pissed off because some punk kid did something stupid. It also highlights for me how attached I can be to material things. Its just crap and a car. The insurance will pay for the window, and most of the CDs where ones I burned with music from Napster.

The things you own own you.