8/21/15

My Life of Crime: Break-in in Brooklyn


Get back here, thief. Get back and take my damn CDs. And my stereo. Do you honestly like my roommate's music more than mine? Why'd you steal his CDs and not mine? Hell, you even stole his laundry bag and didn't take one thing from my room. I understand why you didn't want my speakers—they were heavy. But ignoring my computer while taking his broken old VCR? That's offensive. It was a Mac, too, not some cheap PC. Probably a classic you could've sold to some nerd on eBay for good money. It made sense when those guys who stole my car radio didn't take my tapes. Nobody's going to pay for crappy old fraternity party mixes. But you, you're just rude. Insurance will cover what my roommate lost, and pay for the door you ripped off its hinges. But you hurt my feelings, and there's no insurance for that.

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