Cribs to God...

When it happened again, I just wanted to die, wanted to end it. I mean, I am sick of myself. This is the second time I am losing my purse in Blore. Someone found it, called me and returned it.
Though I had to travel to the other end of the city, search and find this person, which meant being late to work... So much of effort, money, time! And killer heat on top of that. I hate my life. No, I don't mean that.

Well, who says big cities are nests of rogues & opportunists? Blore has some honest people and I have met 2 of them...


  1. Chances are you are bound to be Third Time UNLUCKY

  2. Thanks Dude... Just the reassurance I was seeking.