I went running today; obviously my shirt was popped off. Since I didn't have a rout or plan I decided to still bring one with me in case something went down. At one point I stopped to tighten up the laces, and I still had my shirt. Two blocks later I noticed it was gone. I ran back and did not see it on the ground. I checked all the trash cans - no luck. Furthermore I would like to thank the citizens of this town for saying nothing when my shirt fell out. YOU KNOW WE'RE LIVING IN A SOCIETY... And now some bastard is walking around with my t-shirt on.
This whole city is filled with a bunch of thieving, twisted bastards. The same thing happened with my keys a while ago. I was working, dropped them and I knew within 50 yards where they should be, no luck. I checked the city lost and found 3 weeks after I lost them, no luck.
I just don't get it; Regarding the keys, it takes more effort to pick them up and do something ass hole-ish with them than to just leave them on the ground. How pathetic is your life that you get your kicks by doing something weird with someone else's keys. The shirt is just weird. I mean I was rocking it all day in the sun and had it down my pants during a run. Who would want to wear that. BCN is a fun city but what the fuck is wrong with the people who live here? I don't know.
*No related pictures to the post, images are from the best week ever, bro.
