When I was in grad school, my apartment was broken into through a window. A TV, A VCR, and a tape player were stolen. I was more upset about someone invading my space.
Goodness that is scary Zora.Wow, I just posted about this on another thread, but I was robbed at gunpoint last year by three thugs. Some young guy knocked on jy door, I opened it a bit to ask what he wanted and he said "I'm looking for motherfuckin' Mike" I told him I didn't know anyone named motherfucking Mike, thinking I was really funny, then two more guys came around the corner, one stuffed a gun in my face. I swear it looked two feet long, but I know it was probably just a ruger or something like that.
The big guy had the gun, and he made me crawl on the floor and all sorts of humiliating shit. Eventually, we ended up in my bedroom, and I was sure I was going to be raped, but he just kept asking where's my drugs and where's my money. He literally laid on top of me while I was face down in my laundry pile. The two other turds tossed my place, broke almost everything I own including my sewing machines, all for $28 and a prepaid cell phone that was out of minutes. The only thing they took of value was my entire file of IDs- passport, SS card, titles to previous cars, birth certificate, old tax forms- everything. Eventually they just left, but after having a fat guy with a gun telling you you're about to die for about twenty minutes, you can hardly say I was unscathed. I finally got him off of me by telling him I was not used to being around guns, and I was about to shit my pants. Seems he wasn't committed enough to get poo on himself. Haha, now tell me it doesn't pay to be smart instead of violent.
Ah, Zora, I remember when you went through that ordeal, and I remember how happy I was when you recovered enough that you could actually talk to me on the phone.
What I've never figured out is why you... it's not like you were in a gated community of million-dollar homes. It's not like he had any reason to think you were running some million-dollar drug clearinghouse. Once they got in, it's not like there was anything to make them think you had big bucks stashed away.
Sigh.
Let's move to Tahiti, or Bora Bora.
Barcelona, here we come!I'm thinking Spain- good art, good food and gorgeous weather. I fucking LOVE olives!
Thanks for being there for me guy, it was a tragic time and I'm still not all the way back to my old self. Seriously, what kind of dipshit robs the extremely poor?
I'm thinking Spain- good art, good food and gorgeous weather. I fucking LOVE olives!
Thanks for being there for me guy, it was a tragic time and I'm still not all the way back to my old self. Seriously, what kind of dipshit robs the extremely poor?
Several items of cheap but sentimental jewelry were stolen ....and.....some nude pix of me.
I guess hanging nude photos of yourself on the wall isn't a great idea. The burglar sounds a little pervy, unless he was a stalker, ex-lover or art collector. Don't you hide these under your mattress?
I guess hanging nude photos of yourself on the wall isn't a great idea. The burglar sounds a little pervy, unless he was a stalker, ex-lover or art collector. Don't you hide these under your mattress?