Libby Hobday

Today seemed like a normal enough day. I woke up, juiced my morning drink of organic tomatoes, cucumbers, radishes, mint and carrot, went to bank and then Mohawk Anne Dimebag and I headed over the Williamsburg Bridge for 2.5 mile/5 KM trek to work.

Mohawk and I do this everyday, and then home again so 5 miles/10KM each day! Yep, we are amazing.

This morning I left my  apartment wearing a Hoodie, thinking ahead that it might be cold at the top of the bridge. Of course it was boiling hot outside and I ended up carrying it in my bag the whole way!

The Hoodie is a friend’s that Motley Crew gave him when he was a kid, (circa 1985), it also has his name embroidered on it. It is pretty special.

At the agency later on with the AC freezing cold I went to put it on. But, it was gone!   I searched everywhere for it to no avail -  all gone bye byes.

At this point I am in a “I am going to be killed” panic mode. Without really thinking about it I bailed out the back door, (with no money, phone or keys), retracing my steps running like a mad man.

I ran the whole 2.5 miles/5KM to my apartment in Brooklyn in thongs (Australian for flip flops). I asked my doorman to check all of the security cameras in the hope that they saw something happen on the Street, I stopped and asked people, I went to the bank, I looked under cars (you get the idea)…. Not normal!

Then “*F*ck ” I am meant to be at work, so I ran the 2.5 miles/5KM all the way back to the City again.  Yeah I know, I am retarded.

The whole trip took me 40 minutes.

I told my friend I lost his Hoodie,  surprisingly though, he was not that pissed.

I mean, he was pissed!!!

He told me to put an ad on craigslist with a $300 reward - sure not that pissed. but offering $300 for it back? I feel awful.

Long story short, it ends up, at the agency where I work one of the designers found it on the floor - fuck me!

Mr NA Tank Man/Designer/Genious spoke ooout o BUT I didn’t hear as I was listening to Eminem’s new album “RELAPSE” with my head phones on.

BALLS!