Unfortunately, I have had many things stolen from me: guitars, tents, musical instruments, and the list goes on. One thing I have learned is that one mistake leads to another. I had 'em stolen in Boulder (my fiddle, my partial, etc.), In Longmont (my goods from the road) in Salem (my glasses), and in Aberdeen (the contents of my bikebags, which I had been accumulating since Boulder). I have little nieces to worry about. Every time someone would steal something from me, it would set me back a few months, or more. They would judge me, but they wouldn't know WHAT they were judging. They just saw the appearance; they were unaware of the CAUSE of my suffering... FUCK the motherfucking THIEVES!