Life in South Africa
Man… You gotta love South Africa…
I’m walking down to my car this morning that is safely parked in the security area of the flats where I stay. I’m confidant as always that my car is safe and unharmed because of the high fences, security wire and all sorts of other security measures that have been employed at the flats.
Yeah right…
As I round the back of my car and walk to the drivers side, the driver’s window is down.. “I’m sure I put it up last nite?” Then I notice that the small window in front of the main window is smashed.
You know that sinking feeling you get when you slowly realise whats happening and it all starts to hit home… “Oh no…..”
I stoop down to see that my R1000 radio has been ripped from its place, wires everywhere. My wallet was cleaned out of its contents ie money, cards, special photographs, drivers license. The worst was still to come though…
I glanced around my car and slowly started to realise all the little things in my car that I’d left behind… I felt under the passenger seat: amplifier still there. I looked under my glove compartment and my PDA was still there: great. “Oh please no.. My CD’s.” I didn’t want to look, but I stepped out of my car and looked through the back window to the area behind the drivers seat. Empty. The familiar blue CD wallet didn’t return my worried gaze…
I hit a new low as I realised: 208 CD’s gone… 5 Years of DJ’ing and collecting CD’s and memories: stolen. Now some sleazy good-for-nothing, loser is sitting at home, grinning and chuckling as he pages through my CD wallet, realizing he’s hit the jackpot.
Man, what a wonderful country we live in. What the hell was Louis Armstrong thinking…
Man, I’m feeling your pain brother. Damn … that’s just kak. I’m truly sorry.
Dude, sorry about that. That sux. You’ll just have to make a trip up here and get some of the 60GB i’m harbouring. Or send me a 60GB drive and i’ll clone it for you. I know it’s the same but it’s a good starting point.
Sorry again, h8 that flave. In April this year my house was broken in to and they stole 2 bags that I had packed FULL of my favourite clothes. They were like trooping around my bed while I was asleep, creepy. Two days later I had the cops pick up a guy I saw in town wearing my pants. Real. Gotta love it. Still I prefer it to suicide bombers. Rather the devil you know…
I know ur feeling ZiggDagg, my dad’s house got broken into a while ago.. the perps finished off a bottle of 3Ships Whisky whilst they were busy. My dad called the cops and they caught the guys walking past the police station just after my dad reported. They were sloshed as hell.
They plead not guilty and when my dad went to court, the guy pitched up in court wearing my dad’s suit. Egit.
u-n-b-e-l-i-e-v-a-b-l-e!!!