...abandonado...

With every step that I took to follow the old man in the store yesterday who was shoplifting, my heart broke a little more. I am losing faith in the world. He was such a sweetheart, and then when I got the motion from Rob to tail him, I cried inside.

Today is lunch with my father, hot boy high with - well, we know, studying with an SLC punk, and dreaming of Decemberists, on sale tomorrow.

Also, discussing international adoption and baby smuggling rings as commodity culture, hurrah anthropology.