So once upon a time, when the world was at peace with me, I owned a pair of these sunglasses.
They became part of my essential wardrobe and I was rarely ever seen without them. I wore them to parties, to meals, to class sometimes, and people began associating them with me. Over the summer I maintained a job at a cafe. One night I put them in a drawer and forgot them when I left.
The next day, they were gone! One of my coworkers was fired for stealing a large sum from the cafe's safe, and he was later found out to be a heroin junkie. What an asshole. I miss them sooo much and feel sad everytime I see somebody wearing them, as they would be very expensive to replace.