Has someone or something stolen from you? Do you know who/what it was? Did it affect you? Do you care?

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  • cashmaggot@piefed.socialOP
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    3 months ago

    Yo, that would scare the living shit out of me and I would be looking like a real psycho with whatever weapon I could make and teetering my short ass down the joint praying I don’t have to come at anyone. Cause I sure as fuck would not be winning that fight. I am glad they ran off with your bs and that you guys were okay. But hot damn. I would be locking everything under the sun from that point on. We went through it once, a friend and I. They went through their window. Later a lady at the smoke shop (because I used to smoke beedis like a real sophisticated “gentleman”) gave me the low-low for taking chunks of wood and putting ten pounds of screws in there. Up until that point I basically just would wedge it. Tbh though, while we ended up sleeping together (not like…sexually just we were both Scooby Doo levels of freaked out and would share my bed cause they didn’t feel safe in their joint anymore). I just didn’t feel the need for more than locking up and a plank. I think they just moved it cause they wanted fresh air and they got lazy with it and that’s how stuff goes bad. I think about it sometimes, because I think it was the guys who lived behind us and were sweeter than pie to us. But I also once (when smoking one of my beedis like the “boss bitch” I was) saw something in the shadows and legitimately shouted “CREEPER, NO CREEPING!” Thank baby jesus that my buddies were outside with me cause it actually was a real ass creeper slinking around like a mother fucking creeper. And I think if it wasn’t those dudes, it most def was that mother fucker. But either way, nasty people can get fucked.