I don't feel like a real person.
My apartment got broken into Friday at three in the morning. Rachel, Colleen and I were home. I saw one of the guys hanging off of the railing on my front porch, and I screamed at him to get off my house. He jumped off backward, and I chased four of them down the street barefoot, but I lost them about five blocks down because they were on bicycles. They made off with a couple of bags, a couple of wallets and a hunting knife, which they apparently used to slash the screens to our bedroom windows.
It worked out to be kind of the best case scenario, considering they were trying to get into the living room where we were when I saw them, and we have roughly twenty-five grand worth of musical equipment and electronics in our living room. The other good thing that came out of the robbery debacle is that now we know that the three of us can clear our apartment of all illegal items and get them to friends' houses in under ten minutes if the police are scheduled to show up.
I've been on a wicked Magnetic Fields kick for the last month or so. It's really starting to affect my ability to function.
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Oh my goodness! I'm glad you're ok!
ReplyDelete"The other good thing that came out of the robbery debacle is that now we know that the three of us can clear our apartment of all illegal items and get them to friends' houses in under ten minutes if the police are scheduled to show up."
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Oh my, I'm glad that worked out for you. My friends have had several occasions where the cops should have been contacted but weren't out of substance-related fears. Granted, their home isn't a drug den, but who knows whether the authorities will want to look further into the suspicious seeds stomped into the living room carpet.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry that happened to you. That is so scary.
ReplyDeleteI love magnetic fields, they are so original.
I'm terribly sorry, but glad that you're not harmed.
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