Thursday, October 6, 2011

Squid Pro Quo will be on hiatus due to my laptop being stolen

Last night, I was pretty stoked to see X at the Bottom Lounge, even though I was going alone. Being tired from work and moving this week, my mom calls me to let me know I have a $100 traffic ticket from August 2 sitting at her house. I asked her when it was due and she said September 2. So that wasn't good, since I'm on probation for getting three speeding tickets in 12 months between this year and some of last year. I'm not sure if this means jail time in IL, a hefty fine, etc.
I get to the Bottom Lounge and stand in line to get into the screening of X: The Unheard Music, which I'm super pumped for, because I've never seen X, or the documentary, and I'm already downtown and been dealt a shitty week, so I'm ready to ignore and repress the shit out of it.
Then X takes the stage and plays Los Angeles in its entirety, then they played another set which included my favorite X song, "We're Desperate."
The show was great, except for the drunk girl who kept trying to hold my hand and dance on me. So I made my way back to my car, which was parked at Ava and Fulton. Then I saw that my rear passenger window was busted out. I noticed my backpack and carry-on bag/briefcase were missing. I looked around and there was nothing of mine in the street or on the sidewalk.
Someone stole my laptop, charger, two external hard drives, my red Night Birds hoodie, the unabridged Bhagavad Gita this Hare Krishna gave me (which I was really getting into), another book and whatever else I had in there (possibly my camera, an SD card, etc). The two external hard drives and the 500-GB one I just installed in my laptop were loaded with 11+ years of collected music/family, vacation, concert, etc. photos/software/movies/videos/other stuff.
The bags were closed, and on the floor in the back seat. I usually put stuff in the trunk, but last night, the thought didn't even cross my mind. The bags weren't open. No other vehicles around me were burglarized. So I did the only thing I could do: file a police report with the Chicago PD. Then I realized my phone was dead.
Fortunately, I have a car charger, but something in the wires are loose, so if it's plugged in and I move it around, the phone will turn off or restart itself. So attempts #1 and 2 were foiled and I was cut off mid-report. On attempt #3, I decided to put it on speakerphone and not touch the damn thing, and that worked. Only the woman on the other line didn't speak or understand English very well, so she kept thinking I was saying "Fullerton" instead of "Fulton," getting my ZIP code wrong, etc. So spelling and reciting everything out and having her say it back to me got annoying. But the report was filed, and they gave me a report number and my drive home was cold and long because I ended up going the wrong way home, which set me back a bit. But at least when I got home, a little kid wasn't waiting for me in the shadows to kick me in the balls and top off my night. Cheap, shitty McDonald's food was dinner around 1 a.m. Then I crawled into bed and fell asleep.
Anywho, enough complaining. I've got my work computer and I wanted to let you know that until I can afford a new computer, I probably won't be doing much writing. I can try to do some from work, but it is difficult, being I can't concentrate or commit to anything for more than a few minutes at any given time. I will do my best to keep up on posts unless something really shitty happens to me for getting a red light ticket while on probation for speeding.

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