The Violation of Arlo
Sunday evening, I came home from a day in the suburbs with my girlfriend to discover that the back door to my apartment was wide open with the window smashed in. The perp stole my 17" Samsung flat-panel monitor, two 80GB portable hard drives, my digital camera, my DSL modem, $40 in change, and Lesley's Kenneth Cole watch. My DVD player was in the middle of the living room floor in a bag that never made it out the door. Only three CDs were removed, two of them Blur CDs, and they were on my living room chair. (Lesley believes the thief looked at them and said, "He doesn't have Parklife? Fuck this!") The apartment was ransacked. Lesley and I spent the better part of yesterday cleaning and straightening up my apartment.
No, I had not yet purchased renter's insurance. I've learned my lesson.
My father's reaction—no one has any respect for anyone anymore, that's what this world is coming to—reaffirmed for me why I'm a pinko commie liberal. I won't support a world that breeds more people like my thief. I support a world that tries desperately to prevent people from ever needing to steal. It's too idealistic, I know, but so is a world that prostrates themselves to the military and corporate zealotry of a "free" nation. If you need an ideal, I think mine is much better. Don't you agree?
5 Comments:
Don't worry, hombre. You didn't need that stuff anyway. Plus, it's not like you're alone in this – we've all been burgled at one point or another. I wouldn't spend too much time getting angry at the thief either. You can amuse yourself with the knowledge that whoever did it knows perfectly well what kind of person they are and they're going to have to live with themselves for the rest of their days.
That said, my condolences on your violation. If you lost any data or music or whatever from those hard drives that I can help replace, just say that word and I'll pass on whatever I can.
Marx: "Each according to their need."
I'm sorry to here about your loss, theft is not fun. Too bad hard drives can not be tracked like a computer.
No, I didn't need any of that stuff, but the thing I'm worried about the most is that one of the stolen hard drives was my backup, an exact duplicate of my Powerbook drive. It's bootable. Plug it into another Mac, hold down option while turning it on, select my hard drive, and suddenly you're me. I've changed all of my web site passwords (like the bank). and the only personal info on there would be my tax forms. Since it's formatted for a Mac, that might make it harder for anyone who wants to root around in it with their Windows computer, but that's never stopped a determined identity thief. In the meantime, I'm closely watching my bank and credit accounts.
Dr. Smith: Thanks.
Kelly: I ordered a new Firewire drive. I'll be over some time to take you up on that offer. Thank you.
No problemo muchacho. There ain't nothing like a fresh la base de datos!
You're now a seasoned, hardened, callused, been-there-done-that gaucho who's soul has been baptized by fire in the kiln of hard-knocks. How can I tell? Your casual use of the elision "perp". I'll step aside and cede passage when I see you a-comin'. Hats off.
I was at home watching television. If the cops lift one of my prints from your place, it is only from the time I broke in to ejaculate into your underwear drawer. And I only did that because you dressed me down in class.
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