|Aug. 2nd, 2009 @ 01:23 am A bum stole my pants.|
|So Friday night I paid my city tax to San Francisco: my truck's driver-side window was broken and a bunch of stuff taken from the cab. This is not the first time this has happened- I've had my car broken into once, my apartment broken into twice, and my truck broken into once- in Chicago. It is honestly a miracle that it has taken this long. Nothing incredibly valuable was taken- mostly it's just a lot of incredibly useful items, like my entire workbelt and the cases and clips for everything, and a few of my favorite things, like my favorite jeans, favorite shoes, favorite belt-buckle, etc. (And so, the next morning I had no clothes with me but the ones I wore out the previous night- thus, a bum stole my pants.)|
I am trying to be philosophical about it, as I have long ago realized that having too much stuff is actually a bad thing for the way that I live. And loss prompts change, which can lead to a better system. For example, I did not have a reciprocating saw for a really long time, until my drill and skilsaw were stolen and I replaced it with an 18 volt tool set that had a drill and skilsaw -and- recip saw. So as much as I liked How Things Were, perhaps How Things Will Be will be better.
(I am ignoring the part about the agent of this change being an asshole who broke my window and incurred me all this loss and inconvenience. Being mad at an anonymous, faceless person will do me absolutely no good and so I am trying to not waste energy on it.)
So overall it's not that bad. There's only one thing that was stolen that I cannot replace: a bolo tie that belonged to my long-deceased grandfather. It has a white and silver leather cord, and the central clip is a large chunk of resin with a tiny seahorse preserved in it. I have a favor to ask all of you (in SF): if you see it anywhere, in a thrift store, pawn shop, vintage store, blanket on a sidewalk, etc- please buy it for me (no matter how much it costs) or intimidate the seller, as it is now stolen goods. Everything else I can replace or live without; that's the one thing I feel really bad about losing.