Last time, I forgot the knife, damn my tattered robe! Good thing it was the knife and not my keys, though, I'd have to sleep on the streets then... and leave my precious altar alone for who-knows-how-many-nights.

Carefully, he tucks the knife in the fold of his yellow robes, clumsily drops the keys and picks them up again, and gets out of his house for another night stalking for the right victim. Fuck! Forgot my mobile inside!

(Resteemed this time!)