Aftermath

I think one of the worst parts about being robbed whole thing (though this may be particular to a place as small as this) is that I look at everybody as though they were the ones who did it. The community here is very small and everybody says they know who the people are who are typically involved, but nobody is willing to spill the beans to a white guy. So instead, I walk by every group of little 20 yr old punk ass loudmouth bitches assuming it was one of them. The paranoia and suspicion grates on me and I can feel it making me a person I don't want to be.

That was until this week. I think I'm finally moving past it and getting on with my life (and my project). I spent all of last week rebuilding security at my house, including our new, ugly ass pitbull, Bingo :)

I promise to make my next blog entry more uplifting...

Robbed

Fuck me. Last night our house was broken into and our computer was stolen. That includes all of my work, photos, and my semi regular access to the internet. What does this mean for the blog? expect even less action (not like I was writing much anyway). What does this mean for my image of paradise? In a word, tainted. The first Tahitian I saw today, I mugged like he was the thief.... grrrr.