Saturday, November 22, 2008
I was robbed
I came home and the computers, my ipod, and an old phone were gone. The desk was disheveled and there was an old potato sack sitting on the chair. There were also rotten potatoes sitting in the kitchen. I was alone, all these things seemed very strange to me. My phone also wasn't working so for a moment I thought I was caught in an alternate universe. Instead of dwelling on that for too long, I got my phone to work and called the police. I tried to explain that it wasn't an emergency, I wasn't in danger, but I was just "robbed". Robbed like what happens in movies and bad daytime television shows. They assured me that it did classify as an emergency and that police would be right over. I waited a long time, Tyler Matt and I had thai food take out dinner in the crime scene area. The cops eventually came. They were short round men with thick Brooklyn accents. They told me this kind of thing happens all the time in this area and we just have to be extra careful, but if they want to get in, they're going to get in. Then the detectives arrived, more crew cuts and Brooklyn accents. There were about 6 huge men in uniform filling up the apartment until 11:00 at night. My apartment is small, so they had to turn sideways to get past eachother whenever they moved. They dusted for prints, and talked about the "pattern guy". The pattern guy rides a bike around the neighborhood and steals stuff, this particular incidence wasn't him I guess. I was informed several times that I live in Brooklyn, and only a subway ride away from East Brooklyn where 90% of the state penitentiary comes from. So that's it, I was robbed, burgled, thieved, all I learned was that I need renters insurance.