I should have read the contract more carefully. When I woke up the next morning, the TV was gone. On the wall where it used to be mounted was spray-painted “VOW OF POVERTY” in black. Same with your old jewelry box. Gone, with that message posted on the dresser. They took the car as well. Letters four feet tall proclaimed to the neighborhood that I had taken a vow of poverty. There’s a group of people walking over here now, carrying piles of empty boxes to help themselves. I’d lock them out, but the front door disappeared last night too.