i'm being tested

this new part of the tour has been FULL of interesting experiences. i feel like i am being tested by baby jesus. to start with. 

we were in columbus, ga doing one of our gas station demos and just before it began a car chase is ended at the same station we were at. so we werent allowed to do our demo there with all the mayhem. it was a really skeezy scene too. so we went across the street and entertained some mechanics. as we were driving to atlanta we approach the worst traffic ive ever seen. people were driving the wrong way on the interstate in order to get off it bc some tractor trailer had jackknifed in front of us. so we had to navigate some back country roads to try and get to atlanta in time for the demo. on our way, my co worker receives a phone call saying her cat had died. we get to atlanta on time and did the demo for like 40 mins before it proceeded to monsoon on us. it was awesome. 

now for the best part. on saturday we had a kfc protest planned in downtown atlanta so we drive down and park at a meter near the restaurant. when we get to the place we find out that it has been closed and out of business. the activist who chose this locale for us said she didnt know they had closed it. oh well, thats not horrible since we enjoy having one less hell hole in the world. we had been gone maybe 30 mins and went back to the car. as were getting in nicole yells 'someone broke in!'. our back passenger window had been busted out and my backpack was gone. my backpack with all my belongings. my laptop, ipod, wallet, books...everything. was gone. i call the police, then i call the bank. and then i lose it. i just start bawling. i wish i could of kept it together better but on top of the stress of the day before it was just too much. i started to run around and look for the guy and my backpack after the cop left. i dont know what would of happened if i actually came across him. he probably would of stabbed me or something. oh well. 

since saturday i keep thinking of random little things that were in my bag. i was only one punch away from a free coffee at fairgrounds, but that was in my wallet. which is gone. 

ive stayed mildly comatose at my parents house since then. mostly at the pool. visited with a few people but i havent been really in the mood for much. 

i also hate being where i have memories of him. i hate it. i dont like being near things hes tainted by touching them. its a lot harder being here then i expected. i havent been home since i got the rest of my things when i left, and i was only here a day then. ive been here 4 now. it just washes over me at weird times. its bothering me. 

were leaving for mobile, al in a few hours. 

housing update: still homeless.