Well, I just finished filing a police report for my missing wallet.
Thursday morning, I lost it somewhere between the liquor store and my friend's house. We've spent the past few days searching his car, my friend's car, his room, his yard, etc., and I called the liquor store to see if I'd left it there. (Wishful thinking.)
The only other time I got out of the car was to drunkenly scream at a train on the way back home, right beside the prison, so I was hoping that it had turned up there. State Police had no idea. Boyd County police will be calling me back shortly for a follow-up, and to see if it's been turned in. They also volunteered to check with the railroad authority to see if they'd found it.
I don't care at all about the money that was in the wallet. I just want my ID, ticket stubs from concerts and plays, and the dogtag my Dad had made for me when he was in basic training that says, "I love you Sara! From Daddy." That's the thing I want back the most.
And when I think about the fact that I stupidly lost that, it just keeps making me cry over and over again.
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