This morning on my way to the would-have-been last jam session, my iPod was snatched from my back pocket.

Too bad for the snatcher-dude, I was listening to some awesomely boppy Bone-Thugs that very moment and knew immediately (since the music died tch.)

Spun around and grabbed the first suspicious looking dude I saw, who kept saying that it was a ( Read more... )