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This isn't the way it was supposed to go. I've always had a good time when I went out to the bars in New Orleans. Last night started as no exception. A couple drinks later, I met a cute boi. We chatted a little bit, and made out a bit. Then, in my rather compulsive habit of checking my pockets, I noticed my wallet was gone. All that was left was the chain that was attached to it. Someone actually cut or broke the wallet chain and pilfered my wallet.
I'm not sure when it happened. Actually, I'm pretty sure I do. I think it happened while we were in line for the bathroom and probably shortly before I noticed. It was packed. It doesn't matter. Everything I needed was in there. I didn't have a whole lot of cash in there as I'd taken much out before I left, but it was still probably like $70. I had all the credit cards I'd brought with me, my debit card, my license (and only official picture ID), my AAA card.
I broke down.
The security guard brought a flashlight; we looked as I frantically searched the ground. It was gone. It was taken. I've never been robbed before. I felt completely violated. How was I supposed to get back to my parents'? How was I supposed to fly back without ID?
I was hopelessly vulnerable. I knew I'd have to call my parents to come pick me up (from a gay bar). I went outside to call them, crying into the phone (which is always attractive). Then, on the cold sidewalk I called my bank and 2 credit card companies, drunkenly bawling into the phone as I explained my wallet was stolen. They were polite for sure, considering the hysterical mess they were dealing with. My parents picked me up. My dad: "Son, you know that's a gay bar?" I don't even remember my response. It's not come up.
I still feel awful. I feel completely violated. I feel like crying. I feel as if my life has been taken from me. I just want to curl up in a ball and have someone hold me and make me feel like everything's going to be okay, watch something silly on tv.
I just want things back to normal, and it's going to take time. The empty pocket was a constant reminder of what had happened. My dad bought me a new wallet today thicker chain this time. Amex will have a new card here on Monday. My bank is mailing a new card as is my credit union. I can't call the DMV til Monday. I called the New Orleans police for the 10th time to get a case id. I called all three credit bureaus to put a fraud watch on my credit report. My old SDSU ID which I thought I'd have forever is hopelessly lost. I'll have to call AAA for a new card. I lost a chance with the cute guy whom I'd totally lost track of in the scene. My holiday feels ruined. I won't even have an ID for New Years festivities, not that I have any plans anyway.
My Christmas wish, other than getting my wallet back, is that the son of a bitch who did this gets murdered. I want him to rob the wrong person, get caught, and then get shot in the lung so that he can gasp and gasp for his last breath and die painfully. He doesn't deserve to live.
I'm not sure when it happened. Actually, I'm pretty sure I do. I think it happened while we were in line for the bathroom and probably shortly before I noticed. It was packed. It doesn't matter. Everything I needed was in there. I didn't have a whole lot of cash in there as I'd taken much out before I left, but it was still probably like $70. I had all the credit cards I'd brought with me, my debit card, my license (and only official picture ID), my AAA card.
I broke down.
The security guard brought a flashlight; we looked as I frantically searched the ground. It was gone. It was taken. I've never been robbed before. I felt completely violated. How was I supposed to get back to my parents'? How was I supposed to fly back without ID?
I was hopelessly vulnerable. I knew I'd have to call my parents to come pick me up (from a gay bar). I went outside to call them, crying into the phone (which is always attractive). Then, on the cold sidewalk I called my bank and 2 credit card companies, drunkenly bawling into the phone as I explained my wallet was stolen. They were polite for sure, considering the hysterical mess they were dealing with. My parents picked me up. My dad: "Son, you know that's a gay bar?" I don't even remember my response. It's not come up.
I still feel awful. I feel completely violated. I feel like crying. I feel as if my life has been taken from me. I just want to curl up in a ball and have someone hold me and make me feel like everything's going to be okay, watch something silly on tv.
I just want things back to normal, and it's going to take time. The empty pocket was a constant reminder of what had happened. My dad bought me a new wallet today thicker chain this time. Amex will have a new card here on Monday. My bank is mailing a new card as is my credit union. I can't call the DMV til Monday. I called the New Orleans police for the 10th time to get a case id. I called all three credit bureaus to put a fraud watch on my credit report. My old SDSU ID which I thought I'd have forever is hopelessly lost. I'll have to call AAA for a new card. I lost a chance with the cute guy whom I'd totally lost track of in the scene. My holiday feels ruined. I won't even have an ID for New Years festivities, not that I have any plans anyway.
My Christmas wish, other than getting my wallet back, is that the son of a bitch who did this gets murdered. I want him to rob the wrong person, get caught, and then get shot in the lung so that he can gasp and gasp for his last breath and die painfully. He doesn't deserve to live.
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Date: 2003-12-20 10:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-21 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-21 01:47 am (UTC)aww David...
I hope things get better for you and you're in my thoughts tonight. People like that, that do that... have their comupance...
::hugs you tightly::
<3
-Rob
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Date: 2003-12-21 02:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-24 10:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-21 07:45 am (UTC)you should watch some cartoons =D
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Date: 2003-12-21 06:54 pm (UTC)And cartoons are a great suggestion. Fortunately, I had the foresight to load a bunch of episodes of "The Family Guy" on this laptop. =O)
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Date: 2003-12-21 10:56 pm (UTC)looking forward to the entry
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Date: 2003-12-21 08:28 am (UTC)Anyway, I hope your Christmas goes well regardless. I was gonna tell you that I'm going to be in LA for the first time next weekend, but it sounds like you won't be back before the new year. I've had amazing luck meeting LJ friends in person--some of my better friends actually--so I usually try and meet them whenever I go to a new city.
Chin up, bud. :)
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Date: 2003-12-21 02:00 pm (UTC)So I may actually be back in time :)
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Date: 2003-12-21 09:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-21 06:55 pm (UTC)<3
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Date: 2003-12-21 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-21 01:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-21 06:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-21 02:56 pm (UTC)::pet::
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Date: 2003-12-24 10:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-21 11:27 pm (UTC)Nights don't get much worse than that.
I hope things start looking up.
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Date: 2003-12-24 10:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-22 12:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-24 10:25 pm (UTC)blah whatever. It'll all workout. Just wish I could get my ID sooner :/
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Date: 2003-12-22 06:51 am (UTC)I guess I'm lucky that I have never been mugged, which is just as well, I guess, considering my propensity to lose things.
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Date: 2003-12-24 10:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-22 12:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-24 10:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-22 02:31 pm (UTC)I know how you feel. I felt the exact same way when my mom got her purse snatched....right in front of me. Aside from a few bucks, she lost her old college ring that night. Her purse and other things were found on the hood of a car a few blocks away.
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Date: 2003-12-24 10:28 pm (UTC)yea. I don't get it. Some people just don't have a conscience. I relaly don't want them walking the streets with the rest of us. We should ship them off to Antarctica.
Oh my god...
Date: 2003-12-24 01:54 am (UTC)That's horrible. The material stuff sucks a lot but it so far seems to be under control. the DMV isn't as bad as they seem right now, they were really helpful and quicker than expected when the same'ish thing happened to me. What matters is your parents and like the rest of life, how the hell did THAT go?
moral of the story: You and I were NOT meant to find cute boys in bars outside of the country or even the state of california. As we recall I'm feeling you, feels like a rape. Christmas wishes come true and I'm sure that bastard used the cash to go on an e-trip that karma made his last, let the fucker burn in hell.
Re: Oh my god...
Date: 2003-12-24 10:29 pm (UTC)Glad you're trip's going a bit better =)
Re: Oh my god...
Date: 2003-12-26 12:10 am (UTC)I don't know.
Re: Oh my god...
Date: 2003-12-26 12:43 am (UTC)