My 20 gig ipod and my sony dj headphones, the two most valuable and cherished possessions I own in the world were stolen right under my fucking nose by some gutless, cocksucking, mutherfucker, and if I ever meet that piece of shit face to face I’m going to beat his fucking head in.
I DJed a sorority party at a local bar. The night was outstanding, free drinks, ridiculously hot girls trying to cozy up to the DJ dropping the beats, and NCCA tournament champions Hakim Warick and Carmello Anthony rolled in. Plus I got some of my boys to crash and when I was off the mixer we scammed every chick in sight… classic college evening with only two week of school to go.
The night comes to a close, I play the last song, collect my check and my friends and I start packing up the equipment. I grab one of the big ass speakers, my friend Jordan grabs the other one, Danny my roommate gets the mixer and cd decks, and Jeremy gets the speaker stands, no one manages to grab the headphones or the ipod, the two things that belong to ME.
I pull the car around we start loading it up and Jordan asks if I have the phones. I say no, and then we go on a frantic search. I go back into the bar and the owner and ask if they’ve seen either. Out of the blue he cops an attitude and without missing a fucking beat snaps that aint nothing of mine is in there. Now I know that everyone who lives in Syracuse, NY thinks the kids at Syracuse University are spoiled, stuck up, rich, JAP-ass, retards, and on the whole that characterization isn’t totally unfounded… but I aint made of money and I’m no average SU student, regardless there is a bias against me and those dirty motherfuckers saw an easy way to fuck a stranger and they took it, and there is not a damn thing I could do about but piss and moan and make my knuckles bleed hitting a mailbox, all three of which I did in short order.
To top it all off, three, count them THREE, different girls that I’ve been hitting on for some time were all so impressed by the party I ran they invited me back to their apartments, but I was so fucking out of my head I couldn’t even sit still when I went back, and I just left and came home and now I’m writing all this bullshit which has happened in the last 20 fucking minutes down, and to be honest I do feel a little better.
I loved that fucking ipod man, loved it, I never went anywhere without. I spent a good chuck of summer’s earnings on it and now I’m all but fucking broke, I can barely pay my electric bill…. Damn it all too hell. People are bastards.