So, of course, someone posted on the article that the lost gear situation sounds like a work. God, I wish this was a fucking work. I had the worst panic attack when I realized the gear was gone. Everything...all three masks, the gear I worked so hard to make. Gone. Ophidian and I spent all of Sunday texting back and forth (I was at my retail job), trying to figure out how the hell we were going to get him to KoT...I called my family and asked to borrow money to cover our expenses over the next week. I hate borrowing money. I think it's fucking shameful at my age. I'm an adult, I should be able to cobble together a life by now. It wasn't until a friend of mine asked to donate that I even thought that was an option, and then Babs from Chikara asked if she could post our PayPal address. I was shocked, honestly. This was our problem and I was fully prepared to deal with it privately, spare the photo on Facebook to raise awareness. Then I was contacted by the news. What? Why? Over this? So many other more important things happen to us. So many greater experiences could be shared, but our tired mistake and crappy neighborhood gets us the attention? So while my stress headaches and increased state of panic would like this to all be a con, it's not. We really are fucked. O lost his identity, and we're trying really hard to get it back.
