To the Bastard That Broke Into My House and Stole Everything of Value

My mother called me on Friday when I was on my way home.

“Did you come home and pick up your laptop?”

“No.”

“Kristie, someone’s been in the house…”

Given the past couple of months I’ve endured, this is the last thing I expected. Altogether, the bastard made off with about $20k worth of my stuff… Including my brand new camera and bag of lenses.

I have never felt so violated, angry, and helpless at the same time. It truly hit home when I sat down to blog about it, but when I reached for my laptop, it was gone. (By the way, blogging from an iPhone SUCKS). I’m still waiting for the call from the insurance agency.

What kind of pathetic, low-life, inhuman turds do this? I was already in dire financial straits; this is the last straw. The worst part is, my dog was there. If only he could talk….

I am grateful that he was such a coward; if my mother and Alex had been in the house, I don’t know what I would have done. As it stands, if they catch the bastard (they probably won’t), you better believe I will stand in the court and state that piece of trash down.

So far, 2009 is not being kind to me.



One Response to “To the Bastard That Broke Into My House and Stole Everything of Value”

  1.   Jason Says:

    Did you have serial numbers on your items by any chance? If so that can help track down the burglar. How did they get in?