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| I was awoken this morning by the fascist dorm Resident Director who informed me that I had only 6 hours to get out of the Living and Learning Center. His large, menacing demeanor more aptly pronounced get the fuck out. So on 3 hours sleep I packed all of my worldly possessions into my car and in Allison's room. Pissed, tired, and late for work, I made the 3:00 deadline to be out. | |
| I left my green Varsity Schwinn chained up to the cart coral at Sunmart overnight, only to find that it had been stolen. Being one of a series of soul-crushing misfortunes thrown my way, it was the only one so far to have an immediacy of loss. I staggered around, frantic- like how a soldier losses his arm in battle, shell-shocked, looking for the lost appendage. I grilled colleagues and coworkers all day, searching for any clues as to who would've done such a rotten thing. Was it an inside job; a jealous co-worker looking to settle an old score? Was it a bycicle smuggling mafia, importing obscure bikes to Canada? The inexpensive bike chain purchased at Walmart only a week early apparently hadn't done its proper job. | |
| My boss told me that a while back someone stole the picnic table outside used by employees on their lunch break. "If it ain't bolted down, it'll be gone the next day." He said with finality. This isn't the first time I've had something of value stolen from me. | |
| In the 3rd grade, some asshole stole my brand new $90 pair of Reebok Pump shoes that I got for Christmas, right out of the Rec Center locker room while I was swimming in oblivion. I went back to that kid with torn and dirty Jordache shoes from Payless. I didn't deserve that! I've never stolen anything before! But I got over it and at least had a backup pair of shoes. I don't have a backup bike to get me where I need to go (my car broke down). I guess its back to the pathetic Transit bus system with the have-nots, sweltering in human stink and mental illness. | |