My bicycle was stolen yesterday. $3,900 with tax. Wasn’t even paid off. They took it from in front of Nordstroms in Santa Monica at 3 PM from where it was secured, right next to a valet attendant. It was secured with a level seven hex link security device.
They’d have needed a buzz saw to cut it. The only rational explanation is that I secured it improperly, though the whole scenario begs one to think that there actually are Illuminati agents following me around trying to destroy me, or that black magic is real, and some witch somewhere has put a hex on me.
But we shall not fall into paranoid delusion. I had to have messed something up when I was locking it. So I took a Lyft back to the co-op and called my mother, who I fell into a screaming depressive rant with, then I went inside and slept the rest of the day and night.
I don’t have anything else to say at this time. My riding club was the only cool thing I had going on.