i stole someone's life...

I sometimes wonder about the people that have previously occupied the studio that I currently live in. Although it is a studio, when I am talking to my friends about the new "dig," I like to refer to it as the 'tiny flat above a hat shop' because I am sure that had I moved to London instead of San Francisco, I would have lived in such place; a flat that is both shabby and quaint at the same time, perfect for the shooting of a romantic comedy such as "Bridget Jone's Diary" or "Notting Hill."

An envelope addressed to the previous tenant of my "flat" arrived in the mailbox few days ago.The envelope was rather thick; heavy enough to suggest that inside was perhaps a book, a brochure or a catalogue meant for the enjoyment of not only the person who the envelope was originally addressed to but also for anyone who might have come by such material as well; everyday, I walk by a homeless man in his 40s who is so consumed by his reading to even beg for change to the people walking by, I'm sure he would have loved to come by this envelop as well.

Naturally I was curious as to what was inside the envelope. Considering that the package was from an acclaimed law school and I was considering going to law school in the near future, I deemed this package in my mailbox as God's intervention and decided to open it. And when I say I opened it, I mean I really ripped that package apart like there's no tomorrow; I tore that envelope a new proverbial asshole ( I am using the word "proverbial" although I'm not really sure if it even makes sense in this sentence but I am 100% proverbially sure this sentence just became 10x more sophisticated) or if you are thinking in terms of abalones, nine assholes because apparently they have nine.

To my shock, inside the envelope was a certificate addressed to the recipient for his participation at some summer law program in spain, france or whatever, in other words some really important shit! Normal people could just seal the envelope back and send it back to the school so it could be properly forwarded to the intended recipient, but I could not undo my mistake. The packaging with its freshly ripped 9 assholes was lying motionless on the floor and even with industrial strength tape could I piece the envelope back together to its original shape.

So here I am now, with this overbearing guilt that is keeping me up 10 extra minutes at night. 'What do I do? How do I correct this problem?' I imagine him getting turned down from all the jobs he has applied because missing from his job application is this certificate, 'sorry, you want to work at this top tier law firm? we won't believe you studied in that prestigious institute all the way in spain or france or whatever, until we see the certificate of completion.' But oh well.......................... such is life?