Memorandum to the Idiot(s) Who Stole My Camera Bag

You’re cool.  I mean, real cool.  Where does this get you in life?  Real far, I suspect.

Yes, you took advantage of a mental error on my behalf and maybe I deserve it.  I always have been a huge proponent of karma (it is to be noted, I am not religious).  You get what you give, etc, etc.  Just remember that.  Life goes on.  All you took were material things that I can buy again.  Better, Bigger, Faster, Newer.  All of those consumer stantions that act as today’s measuring sticks.

All you really got were some cool images of Manhattan I took this past Sunday.  I can go back and take more.  Those other head shots of that random guy?  He’s my friend Hasket and he’s an actor in Chicago.

Go ahead, sell all the gear.  I have every single serial number for everything in that bag (and the bag itself).  See how far that gets you.

Go ahead, take all the pictures you want and revel in your momentary resourcefulness.   Unless you actually know how to use all the shit you stole from me, every single image that comes off that camera will be copyrighted to me, John Ratcliffe-Lee.  The copyright gets embedded into the EXIF data with each shutter release.

Who’s the asshole now?