The other day I had spent the day with some relatives and afterwards I drove to the hospital to visit my granny. After arriving home, and being exhausted from a long day, I decided to have an early night.
Half-way between sleep and consciousness I heard a knock on my window, then a minute later a knock on my door. It was my neighbour letting me know that my car had been broken into! Of course I couldn’t fully believe until I saw the hazard lights flashing, the locks ‘up’, and wires hanging out of the space where my mp3 stereo used to rest… not cool… and the worst thing about it all? Not just knowing that the same person could break into my car whenever they wanted, not just the fact that I can never leave ANYTHING in my car again when I am not in it… but knowing that the ******* who did it lives in the same block of apartments as me! and he is a junkie to boot! and living on the ground floor, imagine how I feel about leaving the apartment unattended at any time of the day… I have been thrown into this mental prison in which I am the gatekeeper…
You never know what life has around the corner for you… and the junkie? well there’s not much I, the cops or anyone else can do about it… but that’s the law of the world in which we live today… It seems to protect the criminal more than the victim these days… I’m trying not to let it drag me under, but sometimes it’s just not easy… I’m just trying to wait it out n stay afloat until this bad wave passes and I can be at peace again…
Truly
Tiltd
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