today, i rode my bike from the library to the house of the kids i tutor. when i got there, i realized i didn't have my backpack on. how the hell could i have not noticed that i didn't have my backpack on? i rode back to the library in heavy wind, fantasizing about the horrors of the situation. this was in the haight-ashbury neighborhood. a third of the people on the streets are homeless, runaways, scrounging. i settled on a prayer: please let them just take my debit card. it is replaceable. i had no cash, but i did have a muni pass, and a free sandwich coupon, an old library card that i love, and my journal.
i got to the library and my backpack was sitting on the cement wall i had left it on, untouched.