the thief joggers

my face hurts. my eyeballs are reddened by the tiny burst blood vessels in there. the fits won't stop... i drove to Breaux Bridge to pick up a set of blueprints (for my other job) and almost had to pull over. son of a bitch bastard! the other day i was thinking. you know how when you're driving in residential/highway neighborhoods (like down Stanford or Old Hammond or Corporate), there's always people running on the sidewalks... like for excersice and stuff. you really never pay them any mind. BUT - what if they were thieves? what if robbers starting wearing that shit, busting into houses and grabbing a napsack full of jewelry, then lightly jogging down the street in an adidas jumpsuit? checking his pedometer for extra cover. shit, you don't even have to run like you robbed something. just powerwalk all the way to the pawn shop. thats it. now i guess i've ruined it for all those thief-joggers out there. sorry. guess i can soon be expecting somebody who looks like Lance Armestrong stealing my PS2 while i sleep.