Well, the inevitable has happened. I’ve lost yet another pair of earphones. These ones I’ll actually miss though, they were really expensive (to me at least) Shure’s that Cara bought for me. She’s my sugarmamma. They were really awesome too, like really good headphones and mediocre earplugs in one. I love(d) them in unnatural ways.

The way these things usually play out is I’ll panic, eventually give up hope, and the next week trip over it. But audio stuff is different. My Sony CD Player, my old Sennheiser headphones, and now my Shure’s .. my house is haunted. Yeah it’s a new house and yeah it probably wasn’t built on an old cemetary because it’s in the middle of nowhere, but it’s the only explanation left after exhausting all others. My ghost is an audiophile, maybe he listens to gothy tunes in hopes that if he paints himself black and slits his wrists he’ll reverse die and come back to life. Makes sense.

First I thought I was, not too gently or slowly, going senile, in fact I probably still am. But I’ve retraced my steps (those I can remember), I’ve literally turned my house upside down looking for them. It’s a heavy house, but I’m a horse of a man. I want my crap back ghost!

It’s a ghost . Or just a crappy picture.