Be vigilant, Accordion Guy!

Friends and neighbors, this is a sad story about what happens when you don't think something through, or at least, you don't think.

I just hope that all my musician friends keep tabs on their gear.

This actually gets me to thinking. Back in the day, when I lived in good ol' Brooklyn(represent!) my apartment was broken into. It's an awful feeling, and I had a little psychic twingle as I walked up my street after a long, long day at work. The story goes like this:

As I walked home from work one day, I was a little nervous when I saw two cop cars on my street, and one of my neighbors talking to the cops on her doorstep. I noticed the second car had CSI(long before the show was on) officers leaving it, and they were walking up the stairs toward her building. I walked to my door and got inside, and as I walked up the stairs I thought to myself "I wouldn't be surprised to see my front door wide open." As I ascended the stairs, I turned my head, and sure as shit, my door was wide open.

I ran up the stairs, and burst into my apartment calling for my cat. She had hidden under my futon, and was not coming out without some serious persuasion. I turned on all the lights after she came out, and I called the cops. The strange or funny thing is that I never cared about the posessions. I only wanted my cat to be ok. I searched around before the cops arrived, and found that they only took my work laptop(no tragedy there), an old portable CD player(boo freakin' hoo) and my ratchet set(that pissed me off). They had come in up the fire escape and through one of my bedrooms. By the time the police arrived, I was already into my second beer. The dusted for prints and told me they'd call.

My friend's condo was broken into last week. They got a lot of stuff, including some of his underwear(at least it was clean). He still has his CD collection, which is important, but they cleaned out his DVDs.

It's a sad world.