tooth brush (probably a really cool one)
mitchum deodorant (so strong you can skip a day)
toothpaste (amber gave me new paste, brush and even baby wipes?)
my brut cologne (i figured out what the sicilians were putting on me after their straight razor madness)
illuminia (or something like that a sci fi telling of the odyssey, a gift from z, really wanted to read it)
i am legend (didn’t even get to read one page)
ender’s game (got to read lots of pages and am sad without it)
tropic of cancer (i was reading it to see if i should send it to someone or not)
world war z hardcover signed by max brooks (was in my bin at fb for a long time)
i thought i had lost my copy of the stand with the nurse’s number in it, but no, it’s here in brooklyn. i checked.
my hooters tshirt (j stizzle had one too and jilly and i word them at the same time at the ottobar)
my tmnt shirt (which i liked more than the movie and my friends in the atl asked me if i was wearing it to be ironic and i said i was wearing it to pick up chicks)
my monster squad shirt is gone i think
my piebald shirt
ten of my favorite black t’s and i can’t think of them now, the soap box long sleeve i got as a present for sweetenin there.
my swim trunks (that i got at wallmart, blue and white)
my camo shorts (i had cancel all my missions because of this)
disposable camera (i took pictures of myself in the big graveyard in the atl, and in front of six feet under, the fish place, all gone. the place reminded me of the frighteners)
my atomizer (it’s for when the inhaler doesn’t work, which can happen on tour after i’ve caught cold)
my summer mix
my dvd of my wizards of the coast show in seattle
my viewing copy of my spots
my copy of my new song (i listened to it on repeat in my rental a hundred million times)
my lil wayne cd’s lazzo made me
my live show back up cd
socks
underwears (they gots my dirty dirties, ha ha!)
my bears hat (i wore that all tour, bears didn’t win)
my bleach dvd’s that i bought on tour.
my keys
my power adapter
my big digital camo backpack i bought at the biggest truck stop in america.
my computer bag i bought in brooklyn (never liked it)
my lap top, and i miss the stickers on it too piebald, steinways, bleach, that boat sticker. (sniffle)
there were two sparkly initials on either side of the keyboard that said mc. the titanium case was dented up, the battery was dead as was the airport card. it had my live show on it.
those fuckers stole my mini baby hawkeye that hasbro put out this year in a two pack with captain america because…. they get it. joe if ur reading this, they stole my hawkeye.
two pens. clickies
my avengers trading cards which i keep in there for good luck.
my phone adapter.
my blackberry (which i spilled coke on and broke not four hours earlier, ha!) but it had my notes on the album, notes on past tours, notes on movies i wanna make and shows, it’s a huge setback to lose all that info. i hope this just drives me to make up even MORE great stuff. i miss my ringtones. my last one was kelly’s flirt and before that im alright from caddy shack.
they got my analog, mead notebook, which i didn’t realize until a few days later. it had lyrics for only one song and thank god i recorded it. it had tshirt counts tho. i have to do all that work again.
they got my chandler’s notebook which i looked up online and ordered. it had all the song titles for the next album. there were like forty. i really was stoked to fill in all those empty pages. the cover was the picture of hawkeye beging destroyed in house of m by one of wanda’s kids, can someone post that pic. i want to get it tattooed on my mic arm. i had chandlers in junior high and would spend all summer collecting pics for it. lots of calvin and hobbes.
they got a years supply of bank statements. as i type that that doesn’t feel so good, i better warn my bank and financial guy. dont worry my money is protected by lasers.
they got the bag that i had been putting all my memories in, it had my star wars badges in there, as well as all the business cards and wristbands and ticket stubbs that i had katamaried over the week.
they got my suze orman financial book, i know she’s a lexbo virgin, whatever i need to get my money on.
i had a couple magazines in there.
it had my jar jar mug in there. (luckily i had bought a bunch of stuff at the convention and shipped it to myself in brooklyn. take that LA thugs!)
when u get robbed, it makes u bummed out, but u feel immediately stronger. like u didn’t need any of that stuff and ur just fine without and it can all be replaced and nothing will get in ur way. onward viking!
