Dear guys who stole my boyfriends boots out of my front hall,

I had a weird feeling about you being in the building, and parking where you weren't supposed to. Since you looked sketchy, I wrote down your license plate. Nothing may come from that, but I suspect you will get what's coming to you somehow. Those boots were 10 years old and in need of resoling. I don't think they are worth whatever it is that comes your way.



Dear Self,

You are very lucky to have not left your bike in the hall right then, like you often do right after a ride. Take that as a gift, this lesson learned. It's much easier and less expensive to replace his boots than your bike.