the very first stop when i got out of jail was to dunkin donuts, with my father.. he got me a coffee and a donut... i went into the bathroom there, and on the blow dryer machine to try ur hands was the phone.. so i grabbed it and left.. turned it off, and was gonna sell it or something..
but the more i thought about it, its such bad f@#!ing karma... i googled to see if it can be tracked, and certain phones can be tracked to me i think... i dunno, its just such bad karma, i turned it on today, and there was a text in it "whoever found my phone plz call ######" so i did.. its some puerto rican dude, hes on his way to me now... im not sure if hes gonna be pissed that i took a full day to call him lol.. or if he will be happy that i called him.. i guess ill find out sooon enough. ;p
