Man, I knew it would happen. I planned for it. Nothing is within touching range of the trail. Every group has a guide. But it still happened. Someone or someone(s) took advantage of the twisty trails and stole one of my good masks off of a dummy, a good quality severed arm, and some other minor knick nacks. Why does it hurt so bad? Why do I want to travel back in time to catch the offender and cut off his face with the chainsaw?
We're all sitting at the actor prep camp after closing with my wife relaying how well we did both in ticket sales and customer approval and all I can think about is some jackass stuffing his pants with my props. Anyone else have a hard time emotionally with theft?