SAND IN THE POTATO SALAD

on monday I got robbed. i got home from my friend’s house with vegetables and forgot them in the car so i went back out to grab them and forgot to lock my car. usually this isn’t an issue, i live in a very suburban area and we’ve never had any problems with theft. overnight, some individual opened my car door and stole my weed bag, and a $80 bluetooth speaker.

my bag was from 7th grade, it had like 8gs of some real good weed, my original bong from 2012 when I first started smoking named Don Cheadle, my first bowl Timothy Scoops, my grinder, two rolling trays, and some misc weed items. more than anything that glass at this point has no monetary value but all the sentimental value. I never once broke or chipped either, had them all through college and beyond. how do you see weed paraphernalia and be like yeah im gonna get a profit from this? the video is here, https://youtu.be/6BXHBiqxAfw it makes me feel so violated to watch, but he doesn’t even open the pocket where my weed is where the value is and just takes the Broken bag. I understand? taking my bluetooth speaker, it was a W-king d80, fuckin powerhouse for real cheap. hope he realizes that shit won’t turn him a profit. 

i’ve just never felt this violated in my life, and at a time where i’m also unemployed this just feels like a kick in the nuts and shins and face and everything. i know there’s more to living than material possessions but i’m just having trouble getting over this. 

i made a police report, there’s a detective on my case, but the first officer said that the video (same one as above) “doesn’t show enough features” and they prolly won’t find the guy. the officer was young so i dont think he was pulling the race card on me or anything and just genuinely thinks there’s not enough there which i can agree with to some extent. i posted this on facebook in my community forum as my parents told me i should to alert the neighbors, and i was initially greeted with a bunch of assholes telling me “you left your door unlocked” and basically victim blaming me instead of just heeding the warning im putting out / asking for more info. After a bit there were some people that called them out, and consoled me a little but it’s terrible that i have to live in a community where there are people that are by default just shitty people. i would usually like to think that’s there’s some sort of humanism in people but it’s just hard.

sometimes i feel like maybe life just isn’t for me, but then I remember all the beautiful people that I’ve interacted with and that’s really what’s keeps me going. no one is pressuring me to move on so quickly but i feel a pressure to be tough and like find this guy and beat the shit out of him and get my stuff back but like i’m not spiderman and if this guy is brazen enough to steal shit in a nice-ish neighborhood at midnight, there’s really no telling what else he’s bold enough to do to me. sometimes i think “i could die right now and i think i’d be ok with it” and then other times i think about confronting someone and them killing me and i’m totally not okay with it.