Thank you so very much to the scum who broke the lock on my chained up,
almost brand new Troybilt lawn mower, weedeater and Poulan Pro leaf blower
out of my truck. I admit, I was naive in thinking my flimsly lock be enough
to discourage you---I'm new to inner city life, but that doesn't make your
predation any less despicable. This loss is financially devastating to me.
I make my living off this equipement, I am booked up weeks ahead, and I am
in a real bind. Thanks also to those who four days before, kicked in my
padlocked garage door, stole a bunch of equipment (fortunately mostly
malfunctioning), smashed my backdoor window, invaded my house, rifled
through drawers and scattered my personal papers all over the floor, stole
my vintage stereo and hard-earned money, and other valuables too numerous
to mention. I feel like I've been smeared all over the sidewalk. Learning
how to survive in my new city jungle home is going to be a real challenge I
can see. I hope I'm up to it. Maybe I ought to just lay down and die.