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Okay, I talked the bank into letting me withdraw some cash, got a new driver's license and called the three credit bureaus. Called the landlords since I had to anyway (is your fridge running? no!), not that I expect them to do anything when the cookieburglar walks right in the unlocked front door. Called the police to file a report just to give me further ID theft protection, but they said they'd send someone on over anyway. So here I am, waiting for the cops.
And here they are.
Today is like... ballet or something. The bear in the little car. Roommate was in the bathroom, walked upstairs for five minutes to get dressed, came back down, and we have cookies on our couch. I type, "So here I am, waiting for the cops," and voila, cops. Anyway, last week there was a drive-by shooting on the street just behind us, a spot I walk by nearly every day on the way to library, park, grocery, friends' house, etc. Then two days later there was another shooting in front of my friend's house, not more than a couple tenths of a mile away. Yet they've still got time for WHITE PEOPLE IN PERIL who practically invite the crooks in. Yay popo!
According to landlords and neighbors the people who used to live here were drug dealers, and there was a constant stream of people going in and out at all hours. When we first moved in, in January, we had several obviously drug-addled people knock on the door, but no one ever tried to break in, or threatened us, or even seemed threatening (most were pretty sad), and no one's been by in a while. Our guess is some crackie came in thinking they were in the old tenant's home, sat down, ate a cookie (the package was open), realized oops wrong house, and saw a chance to grab a wallet and handbag on the way out (luckily roommate's bag was valuable-free except for a book I'd loaned her). When we first noticed my missing wallet, I grabbed the cookies and ran outside, and up and down the street, looking for... I don't know. Just another white dude in his pyjamas, running with cookies. See, if I was a teen detective I'd have been ON THE CASE.
I might buy some mace (mase? Ma$e?). Just because if another crackie should ever walk in, go oops, and grab the coatrack on the way out, dammit, I'm gonna chase him down AND GET MY GODDAMN COATRACK BACK. This is totally silly and I'm having fun joking about it but it still sucks. I feel so violated.
And of course roommate left right after for a vacation with her dude, so I'm alone in the house for two nights oh no!
And here they are.
Today is like... ballet or something. The bear in the little car. Roommate was in the bathroom, walked upstairs for five minutes to get dressed, came back down, and we have cookies on our couch. I type, "So here I am, waiting for the cops," and voila, cops. Anyway, last week there was a drive-by shooting on the street just behind us, a spot I walk by nearly every day on the way to library, park, grocery, friends' house, etc. Then two days later there was another shooting in front of my friend's house, not more than a couple tenths of a mile away. Yet they've still got time for WHITE PEOPLE IN PERIL who practically invite the crooks in. Yay popo!
According to landlords and neighbors the people who used to live here were drug dealers, and there was a constant stream of people going in and out at all hours. When we first moved in, in January, we had several obviously drug-addled people knock on the door, but no one ever tried to break in, or threatened us, or even seemed threatening (most were pretty sad), and no one's been by in a while. Our guess is some crackie came in thinking they were in the old tenant's home, sat down, ate a cookie (the package was open), realized oops wrong house, and saw a chance to grab a wallet and handbag on the way out (luckily roommate's bag was valuable-free except for a book I'd loaned her). When we first noticed my missing wallet, I grabbed the cookies and ran outside, and up and down the street, looking for... I don't know. Just another white dude in his pyjamas, running with cookies. See, if I was a teen detective I'd have been ON THE CASE.
I might buy some mace (mase? Ma$e?). Just because if another crackie should ever walk in, go oops, and grab the coatrack on the way out, dammit, I'm gonna chase him down AND GET MY GODDAMN COATRACK BACK. This is totally silly and I'm having fun joking about it but it still sucks. I feel so violated.
And of course roommate left right after for a vacation with her dude, so I'm alone in the house for two nights oh no!