Getting Jacked Fridays.

Over the past week i have not been able to focus on mutch else aside from thinking about getting my house broken into.

It happened last Friday after i was out skating with Jeezy after work. I went back to his, chilled and then went home. Upon entering i noticed that the back door was wide open. I went to go see who was out back smoking. To my surprise no one was there. I looked around and everything was accounted for. I take a nap around 9:15 and my room mate Rogers comes in at 10:30 asking me if Jeezy took his TV? I said "no" and that i was with him the whole time. Not too mention that is a retarded claim cause he lives down the street and just moved out and a close friend of mine. We then discovered that we had been robbed. I look off of my "Fortress of Solitude" and noticed that my camera bag was gone. Jumped off my bed, look at my desk and the camera is gone! The camera is a Cannon XL 1 which was on loan to me from work. Nothing else in my room was gone. My G5, McBook, 2 TVs and a bunch of other shit was all still in my room. Did we get hit by a polite Robber? No. It was an inside job cause there was no forced entry. If someone did rob us off the streets then all of that shit would be gone. Another funny thing is that the other room mate had nothing stolen of his. Just Rogers and myself were robbed which i find very curious. Plus who else knew what i had? Another fun fact is that they stole all the chords including USB firewire that goes to the camera. There is a rat amongst us and im gonna smoke you out motherfucker!

You want proof the economy is down? 2 other people have been robbed. The one thing that all of us have in common is that we were all robbed on Friday.