I saw your car stranded underneath the overpass on N. Columbia Blvd. I was coming home from a night out, watching the lights reflect on the wet pavement, the sound of my radio filling my ears and then there you were: a white car, hood opened, a little past the old Roosters strip bar and cemetery, looking all gloomy and sad. I flipped a u-turn and came back to help, a fucking proverbial knight in shining armor. As I pulled the cables out of your trunk, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a big bag of merchandise filled with gear... including a new camera. I jumped your car, all the while making my plan of attack with a smile of my face. Asking multiple questions to distract, I got the job done and then as I was putting YOUR cables back into YOUR trunk, I slipped that fucking camera into my pocket. Bam! None the wiser, you thanked me profusely and I was on my way. Teach you to trust a stranger in a time of need, and thanks for the camera.