the first time i was a victim was in 7th grade, my brand new bad ass redline bmx bike was stolen from in front of the arcade. i felt like shit.
my house was robbed by my drug dealing, convicted of rape 3 times 18 year old neighbor. that too sucked the balls. no, i didn't get my shit back and no, he didn't go to jail. there was no "proof" even though he was seen selling some of my shit in the gas station parking lot and some kids came up and told me he did it and the day it happened, when i got home, before i knew i was broken into, he came over and said he didn't see anything.
i had a radio stolen from my barracks room, as well as a bad ass t shirt taken from my laundry once. petty shit, but still, MY petty shit.
you can't not feel bad, but you can choose to understand its just stuff, you lived how many years before you had that stuff with no problem? things can be replaced. there is nothing you can really do about it, so you just gotta let it go. the guy who took your shit is probably in a lot shittier position in the world than you are, or why would he have taken it? (and i don't necessarily mean financially, he could just be a miserable angry bitter unhappy person). your lack of outrage is the way to go.
in the future, if you do get a bike, write down the serial number, usually on the bottom bracket. it can help in retrieving your bike.
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onward to mayhem!
Last edited by squeeeb; 06-30-2009 at 10:41 AM..
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