Robing Robin
I went over the Keith's house at around 1. I was just stopping by to see if they were still rocking and Keith and Tack were chilling. I sat around and bullshitted for a while. Keith kept farting really loud. The stench finally drove me away.
I said goodnight around 2 or so and went downstairs to hop on my bike. I put my purse in my front basket and unlocked my bike. A man came up and put his hand on my purse and asked me
you got any money?
I have a couple of dollars that's it.
How much?
maybe five dollars.
Then he grabbed my purse and ran. I started chasing after him screaming at the top of my lungs. Screaming and screaming loud as I could. I don't know if I was afraid or full of rage. I'd guess the rage part was more.
Well, after I chased him up the street screaming Keith and Tack came running out but we lost the guy. It's hard to run and scream so loud at the same time. I must have woke up half the neighborhood so I apologize to all the residents on Franklin Street. One guy was nice enough to call they cops and 3 or 4 cars came out pretty quickly but I doubt that they help me.
I felt bad because I'm wearing my "my heart belongs to Satan" T-shirt and I bet police officers don't think it's funny. Yeah, I hope they can help me but I doubt it. They sure as hell didn't help with my bike.
It's kind of stupid ya know? Here they want to arrest a kind and peaceful man like Steve but if a man steals a young woman's purse in the middle of the night there's just no helping her in fact it's better to be rude to her. Her, that's me, I'm her. They should give that dude who took my purse a medal. He's certainly an asset to the community.
I've never needed police officers help until I moved up here to buffalo but I wonder what the point is anyway? They're not going to help me.
Watch yourself people!
He got my God Damn cell phone to. So please e-mail me your phone number if you want cause I kept everyone's number in my phone so now I don't have anyone's number but Soyeon's.
I hope that thief enjoys the tampon.