But unlike you, I'm going to take the high road. There are multitudes of things I would enjoy doing and saying to you. Meanwhile I've had to turn parts of my life completely upside down, putting aside fun things and other things I'd rather be doing in order to deal with the cops, insurance and more or less not being able to do so many things that I love. You're off running around with a cool, fast, coupla' hundred bucks in your pocket to float you 'till your next job. You tore apart my roommate's room - but left all his cool shit. But you scattered bits and pieces of dirt all over my bed when you came in through my window. You left no fingerprints for the cops to trace. Now it's all over my iMac.or whoever else owns it now after purchasing it at a pawn shop. I wiped my ass with that bath towel you shits.
And my bath towel (which was probably used to cover up the iMac).
You took my creative kit and without such I am unable to participate in one of my most favorite hobbies, that of photography, and sharing it with whomever cares to look at how I see things. Memories of mine that I'll never be able to share with family or friends. But what isn't replaceable are the photos you also took from me. They're also replaceable - unlike your face if I ever see you in my neighborhood again. I was not home, but if I were you would not have been psyched with what I would have done to you.Īmong other things, you took my iMac, my laptop and my camera (pictured).
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