was out recording a band, came home to find they'd kicked the window mounted air conditioner in, turned my place upside down, broke the security latch on the way out the back door. clearly in a hurry.
somehow, my cat was too scared to venture out from under the bed. in the almost 6 hours that i was gone and this could have happened, she very well could have walked out the back door. pretty wigged out, but i calmed her down.
i know.. i know.. get to the good part. what did they take. well surprisingly they weren't very thorough. didnt bother to look under the bed where i keep several grand in instruments in cases. instead they took every guitar that wasnt in a case. including my first guitar (which as far as im concerned changed my life), my first bass, my 335 knock off and my custom painted explorer. also a small practice amp, my terabyte external hard drive filled with PRICELESS session files (you know.. the place where they are supposed to be safe), my outdated game systems, an old 2x10 cab, and one of my mixing monitors.
luckily, i had my recording gear sans the one monitor with me. if theyd have taken my computer or hurt my cat, id have gone on a shooting spree.
the window was fixed immediately but the back patio door is still a security risk. im almost certain it was someone in the building. the landlord seems to think the old crackhead landlord that she replaced might have something to do with it. its an odd shaped building and the best cover one would have would be going from my patio to their own. almost completely enclosed area that no one uses. did i mention i live in the hood? apparently some of the tenants, including the old landlord didnt quite like the idea of a white kid living here. he made several points to mention the racial breakdown of the building. not like i cared.
police report was filed. detailed lists of my instruments (all of which are fairly unique. not a lot of black and white stock J basses. all weird stuff that no one makes anymore). they plan to check pawn shops. i plan to check craigslist hourly. the plan is to let them do their job and find my stuff. as ive never really had a ton of faith in big city cops to deal with what most would consider a small incident compared to murders happening daily, i dont have much hope in that plan. i didnt have renters insurance, which i now whole heartedly regret. and my instruments werent really marked with identifiable stuff. i always scoffed at the guys that kept serial numbers on hand and hid their name in the neck pocket... now im wishing i had.
currently called off of work because i cant be bothered to stock shelves right now. got an apartment to reassemble. i cant mix yesterdays session. i cant record. i cant even think straight. i used to laugh at the people on the crime shows that gave the "i feel violated that someone was in my space" thing, but i kinda get it now. feels like the air is all wrong all of a sudden. i certainly dont want to be here with half of my stuff missing. i am admittedly a creature of habit. a little OCD. though my things often seem to be a mess, it's in its own state of organized. not seeing one of my monitors.. my explorer not being on the stand by the computer, it makes me incredibly uncomfortable. i check my pockets at least 5 times before i leave the house, and often go back to make sure. i carry around as many things as i can fit in my pockets so i'll never be unprepared. and now i dont have all of the things i like to have when im at my own damn apartment.
thinking about moving. my landlord, who had been a tenant for about 4 years before the crackhead was fired, was also robbed when they first moved in. i dont want to come off racially insensitive, but the attitude around here isnt particularly in favor of white folks. its a black neighborhood, i get it, but im pretty polite. keep to myself. not sure i belong here anymore.
if i stay, i plan to fortify this place until its unlivable. also looking into acquiring a handgun. as well as renters insurance. im sure im babbling at this point, so i'll wrap it up. somehow writing all this to the world seems to help people, so i figured id try it.
somehow, my cat was too scared to venture out from under the bed. in the almost 6 hours that i was gone and this could have happened, she very well could have walked out the back door. pretty wigged out, but i calmed her down.
i know.. i know.. get to the good part. what did they take. well surprisingly they weren't very thorough. didnt bother to look under the bed where i keep several grand in instruments in cases. instead they took every guitar that wasnt in a case. including my first guitar (which as far as im concerned changed my life), my first bass, my 335 knock off and my custom painted explorer. also a small practice amp, my terabyte external hard drive filled with PRICELESS session files (you know.. the place where they are supposed to be safe), my outdated game systems, an old 2x10 cab, and one of my mixing monitors.
luckily, i had my recording gear sans the one monitor with me. if theyd have taken my computer or hurt my cat, id have gone on a shooting spree.
the window was fixed immediately but the back patio door is still a security risk. im almost certain it was someone in the building. the landlord seems to think the old crackhead landlord that she replaced might have something to do with it. its an odd shaped building and the best cover one would have would be going from my patio to their own. almost completely enclosed area that no one uses. did i mention i live in the hood? apparently some of the tenants, including the old landlord didnt quite like the idea of a white kid living here. he made several points to mention the racial breakdown of the building. not like i cared.
police report was filed. detailed lists of my instruments (all of which are fairly unique. not a lot of black and white stock J basses. all weird stuff that no one makes anymore). they plan to check pawn shops. i plan to check craigslist hourly. the plan is to let them do their job and find my stuff. as ive never really had a ton of faith in big city cops to deal with what most would consider a small incident compared to murders happening daily, i dont have much hope in that plan. i didnt have renters insurance, which i now whole heartedly regret. and my instruments werent really marked with identifiable stuff. i always scoffed at the guys that kept serial numbers on hand and hid their name in the neck pocket... now im wishing i had.
currently called off of work because i cant be bothered to stock shelves right now. got an apartment to reassemble. i cant mix yesterdays session. i cant record. i cant even think straight. i used to laugh at the people on the crime shows that gave the "i feel violated that someone was in my space" thing, but i kinda get it now. feels like the air is all wrong all of a sudden. i certainly dont want to be here with half of my stuff missing. i am admittedly a creature of habit. a little OCD. though my things often seem to be a mess, it's in its own state of organized. not seeing one of my monitors.. my explorer not being on the stand by the computer, it makes me incredibly uncomfortable. i check my pockets at least 5 times before i leave the house, and often go back to make sure. i carry around as many things as i can fit in my pockets so i'll never be unprepared. and now i dont have all of the things i like to have when im at my own damn apartment.
thinking about moving. my landlord, who had been a tenant for about 4 years before the crackhead was fired, was also robbed when they first moved in. i dont want to come off racially insensitive, but the attitude around here isnt particularly in favor of white folks. its a black neighborhood, i get it, but im pretty polite. keep to myself. not sure i belong here anymore.
if i stay, i plan to fortify this place until its unlivable. also looking into acquiring a handgun. as well as renters insurance. im sure im babbling at this point, so i'll wrap it up. somehow writing all this to the world seems to help people, so i figured id try it.
