Loss

When I first arrived in Atlanta I was just here to visit, with a carry-on bag. It was a full flight, and the flight attendant re-stowed my bag at the front of the plane so when I disembarked the only bag left was a similar bag to mine full entirely of dirty clothes.

When my wife got a company car we sold her old Toyota Corolla to my brother. We took the title and put it in a drawer of our cabinet for safe keeping. When my brother arrived, the title was gone. We found it behind the drawers, inside the cabinet; it had climbed out of the drawer and into the empty space where we had to disassemble the whole cabinet to recover it.

Tonight we went to the grand opening of a Mexican restaurant where instead of giving you free chips and salsa they charge you $9. They gave us a little Mexican passport that holds a mini polaroid, and they took our family picture. It was a good picture. We put it in the little passport case, and when we left the restaurant I put the passport case in my pocket. We drove home, I put the passport on the kitchen counter, and when we opened it, there was no picture. We searched on the floor, in the car, on our parking pad, no picture. We called the restaurant. It was gone.

R.E.M. - Losing My Religion (Official HD Music Video)