the danger of random acts of fandom

I was over visiting a friend of mine earlier today. And he had a story for me. He told me of a friend of his, down in North Carolina, a friend of his I've met and whom he speaks of, often.

Anyway, this guy had a break-in at his house the other day. Initially, nothing seemed missing...

then he did a more thorough search of his house and found what was stolen. One thing.

An autographed copy of one of my books.

Okay, guys...I know you love me...but if you want a copy of "PanthEon" with my handwriting in it, don't commit a felony.

I'm flattered, really...but...