Leave the Gun, I Mean the Clothes, and Take the Cannolis err OK the Bag

My car was burgled this morning. They took my beloved patagonia back pack and thankfully left my clothes and new balances. I'm distraught. i feel violated like my peace of mind was taken. I don't want to go as far as shaken to the core but... actually i'm just a bit annoyed and more bummed about losing part of my patagonia family. It is a sad day. That bag has been to Turkey and was my gym companion. It saw me through some rough times like the end of cigarettes and soda.

While I will not be accepting flowers for my loss you can put money in to the Patagonia For Life Fund. The PFLF is dedicated to making sure CapSwell is totally geared out. Each donation will come with a continuous articles in this blog with regular pictures and updates.

This Poem is for you Black Patagonia Back Pack

I never knew how I felt, until you were yanked from my life.
You were a pillar of support in my most trying of days.
With you I drank my last coke and smoked my last cigarette.
With you we visited Istanbul, Ankara and Patera.
I can never replace you except with the new dawn patrol bag in orange.

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