Theiving Bastards

The BBQ Pit
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Last night my roomate had a little get together at our place, a bunch of people were here late into the night. They are all part of a singing group, and practiced a lot of music. To that end they took my keyboard out of my room, brought it to the living room, and did their thing. Well, I went to bed, and aparently the last person out last night didn’t lock the door, and when I woke up, the keyboard was gone.

I called everyone who was here, none of them borrowed it, so I must assume that someone came in through the open door and walked off with my $1500 dollar instrument.

Damn it! I wonder if they knew that I make much of my livelyhood with music. I need that keyboard. I also do not have the money to just go out and buy a new one. I don’t think I’ve ever been so angry. Hello people, stealing things out of other people’s homes might be fun, but you know, it might have serious consequences for the victims of your stupid game. Now I’ve got gigs scheduled that I cannot play because I lack the equipment to do so. Fuck you, you thieving bastards! I hope you OD on the heroin you buy with the money from MY keyboard.

So, anyone have a cheap keyboard they want to get rid of? Apparently I am now in the market for one. My budget is about $50. Shit.

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Oh, and since this is the pit: cocksucker, clitbag, shitstick, fuck!

:smiley:

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It seems to me that your roommate really ought to bear some responsibility for hte theft. Leaving the door unlocked is a pretty serious oversight. I don’t know if you can reallly mention it, but were I your roommate I would at least offer you what I could afford (even if it wasn’t the full value) to replace it.

I am assuming that you don’t have renter’s insurance? Remember that it does cover things like theft. If you don’t have it, you may want to consider it–it is only about $150/year where I liv,e and lightening can strike twice.

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Phone calls: big mistake. You should have appeared on their doorsteps with no advance warning at 6AM with a big burly evil-looking friend and told them you would like to come in and have a chat.

Think: Occam’s Razor. The last of your guests to go out the door didn’t lock it because their hands were full carrying off your keyboard.