When I walked into my building on Friday, I could see that one of my windows was broken. Silly me, I thought maybe a kid had been playing and thrown something into it. I was wrong. When I got inside, I realized that my worst fear had become a chilling reality. My apartment had been burglarized. El yaaaay!
I called 911 and waited two hours (with Jenn who was the best EVER and left work early, brought me a big beer and distracted me from the mess that was my apartment) by the time the cops got here, my neighbor had gotten home and realized that her apartment had been hit too. But they didn’t break the windows, they just opened them and crawled inside. The cop was super nice (and Ernge LOVED him) and he was sympathetic and explained the process after taking the list of items missing from my shaky hand. My neighbor, her boyfriend and his friend, Jenn, JGJ and I sat outside and drank beer (because we were instructed not to touch anything until the Crime Scene Unit guy got here) until the apartments were both covered in black dust.
The guy across the hall got home at around 9:30 and he realized that he had been hit as well, we offered HIM beer and he joined us outside while we (again) waited for the cops. It was a long night but after many, many beers and talking to my neighbors (who I have never spoken to before), I felt…at least…a little better. Although…it was an odd crime.
Items taken from my apartment:
Several gold rings (irreplaceable and most of them custom made.)
3 copies of my resume
$20 in change
3 one dollar bills.
A half pint of skim milk
A half a piece of cheese
A few pretzel sticks from an open bag
Items left or used in my apartment:
Black, faded Coors Light shirt found under my bed.
Filthy washcloth (that I used to own.)
Items taken from across the hall:
Two cell phones
Half gallon of milk
A pair of boxer shorts
Items left or used in apartment across the hall:
Shower (filthy and disgusting.)
Razor. (evidently the guy needed a shave.)
Items taken from next door to me:
One orange bike.
Slice of left over pizza.
Several gold rings.
One can of Busch beer
One bottle of Juicy Juice
Items left or used in apartment next door to me:
One bath towel (damp when she got home.)
One black tool box. (from apartment across the hall)
One half gallon of milk (taken from across the hall)
One pair of black boxers left in the trash(taken from across the hall.)
Filthy white socks. (in the trash.)
Microwave (they must have hung out a while. Heated up the pizza and had a beer.)
That’s all I can remember right now. But I have said it before and I will say it again…if it can happen, man, it will happen to me.
Needless to say, I am paying extra to move into my apartment today and tomorrow. My boss will probably kill me because I can’t be there tomorrow…but I would rather have my boss pissed at me than be…ummm…violated any further. That’s all I got.
Peace out, bitches.