So this morning I woke up, went downstairs to the parking lot which lies beneath my hostel to find my door open and my trunk ajar and all my stuff gone. I've lost somewhere between three and four thousand dollars worth of stuff and I'm unlikely to see it again. Oh well.
The most surprising thing to me is how I'm taking it. After the initial "oh shit" moment I've been pretty laid back about it. I mean it's not coming back. You can't cry over spilled milk. Still I liked my clothes, my pictures, my journal, and my computer. I loved my ipod and the little mementos I've picked up throughout my life. They're gone now. In some ways it all makes a sick amount of sense to me. I'm in a new city, a new school year, and whether by force or choice my life has been washed clean of a lot of it's former trappings.
Wish me luck.
The most surprising thing to me is how I'm taking it. After the initial "oh shit" moment I've been pretty laid back about it. I mean it's not coming back. You can't cry over spilled milk. Still I liked my clothes, my pictures, my journal, and my computer. I loved my ipod and the little mementos I've picked up throughout my life. They're gone now. In some ways it all makes a sick amount of sense to me. I'm in a new city, a new school year, and whether by force or choice my life has been washed clean of a lot of it's former trappings.
Wish me luck.
Maybe you should take this as a sign and start your own fight club in LA. Find a house to squat in and start beating people.
Posted by
Chris Buchman |
11:34 PM
So I just realized you had a blog and am so far behind (as are you ... it's 2008 you know!)
They stole your clothes and photos, too? Weird...
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Anonymous |
10:24 PM