How long were you desperate @%*& heads scoping out my place before you hit it? All I know is: you planned to bust in just I’d left to start an editing job for a new client.
You came inside at broad daylight — and it figures that you went for my MacBook first. (Fortunately, it was password-protected. Everyone — do that now.)
You threw every article of clothing I own onto my floor, in search of cash. You found none.
But here’s how heartless you really are: you pushed aside every single framed photo on my shelves: baby photos, toddler photos, mother-daughter photos, searching for “something.” It takes a man no self-worth to know exactly who is he’s harming — and then to still go ahead and do it.
You put everything into a suitcase I’d bought a decade ago in New York City. Know this: the police are looking for you. So are neighbors and friends. An alarm company is currently installing a bad ass system in my home. And I’ve got the word out to all of my dog friends to “borrow” a big dog — at least, until I adopt one of my own.
Also know this: you will be caught.
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