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Ladies and Gentlemen of my Livejournal Circle.
I got robbed yesterday at 6:25am.
Sitting at the bus stop, donald and hargrave place. Guy comes up and asks me what's in my bag. Said nothing. He had two other guys w/him, off to the side, my side, couldn't really see them at all. Guy asks again, says I must have money in my bag. No, I said. All i have is stuff for work.
So. He says "well then, what's going to happen, is I'm going to smash this beer bottle and I'm going to fuck you up w/it, unless you give me what's in your bag."
So whatever, I cave, I give him/them my wallet. They start throwing everything that isn't money on the ground/at me. Then they give back my wallet and leave.
They get halfway through the parking lot beside the bus stop, turn around, and come back and decide that they want my bag. And so they took it. And until that point, I was impressively calm, but I lost it when they took my bag. My whole life was in that fucking bag. My id, pay stubs, cheque book, digi camera, discman, poems/basis of short story i'd be working on (and oh, how i'll never get those moments back)...
Everything. Was. In. That. Bag.
Managed to sneak my phone out the side pocket before they took the bag, so I called the police right away, they took my particulars. Said I should stay there, wait for them. So I called my friend Chelsey, bawled to her a bit. Still didn't know what to do, called my mom. She said she was coming down.
So then I waited. And around 7am, the guy that had initially approached me came back. I didn't realize it was him, 'cause it was bright out and I'm sorry, but I started that guy in the face the whole time he robbed me, but I didn't absorb a thing. So. He comes back, says to me "Tony?" and I'm thinking they're looking for some guy named Tony. So I kind of shook my head no. Then he says "oh, you know...we found some weed in your bag and I just...wondered if you wanted to come and do some lines w/us (which is then that I remembered Tony is slang for coke, along w/yayo)."
Well who the FUCK does that. So when he came back I was able to get a much better look at him, put the description into my phone so I could tell police.
So he left again, kinda walked away. Scott says maybe he realized that I was a drug user, and had thoughts of me being conected to someone higher up, or that my bf was a dealer or whatever. I dunno.
Did my thing w/the cops, etc. Statement and what not. Went back home. Started shaking and getting panicky. Took a sedative my mom had given me. Stopped the shaking at least.
I certainly feel a sense of violation, and that sense that something is missing. More than just my bag and all my stuff. Part of me is gone. It's good obviously that I'm not hurt physically, and I didn't think it would feel this fucked up emotionally. I just keep seeing the whole thing over and over and over again my head.
But other than that I'm ok, so no one need worry about me. Just had to get my story out.