My room-mate calls and next thing you know, I'm back home and my apartment's been ransacked. Television, which I just gotten 3 weeks ago, gone. Both our computers. Game consoles, all the games. Subotai, I'm sorry, but they took the knife you so kindly gave me. Ignorant motherfuckers didn't even take the mouse to my computer and forgot the power cable to my room-mate's. And no, I don't have insurance and yes, I'm an idiot for not having that so...I don't know, don't mention it.
The electronics themselves, sure fine, I can replace. Hell, I even backed up all my writings for the last twelve years recently and they failed to take the external hard-drive (for reasons I imagine amount to 'wut dat? Dunno. Doesn't look shiny enough.') but that computer was my heart. Games were on there, personal friggin information, all my music gone, some of my pictures, it was the centerpiece to my life and some asshole stole it and is probably wiping the hard drive and giving it to some ungrateful little shit for Christmas.
I don't know why I'm telling you all this. You're a family and maybe looking for similar stories, if any of you were unlucky enough to get burglarized in the past. Did you get your stuff back? Or simply upgrade? Is there a way to for instance, I dunno, track electronics or something? And, most importantly, do you get your faith back in humanity? Cuz I'm kind of low on that right now.
Merry Christmas. Hope you all have a better one.






