I’m not rich. Far from it. When I buy things, it’s usually through budgeting. “Do I have a bill to pay right now?” “What does my son need?” “I need bus fare to last me the entire month.” I can’t just go out and blow hundreds of dollars on things. Apparently some must think that I am…I’ll get to that shortly.
I love my commute to work. It’s the only time I’m able to enjoy an iOS device of my choosing…or a portable gaming system. For under an hour, I get to play my favorite apps, create, share, take pictures, etc. When I get to work, downtime usually consists of that very same enjoyment. When I’m on my way home at night, I usually just refer to my iPhone for smaller, more minor things, and become cautious while walking the late night city streets. For the most part, I’ve been okay. I’ve usually come home at the latest of hours, rerouting between buses and trains, and hardly ever had to worry about anything. The neighborhood I currently live in is actually a much better one, compared to where I’ve lived.
Thursday night, I had several errands to run, and I decided to pack all my favorite mobile devices, and venture out to not only wrap up my Christmas Shopping, but also take care of a few other things. After returning to the house quickly to change into my winter boots, I headed down a nearby street to go to the bus stop. As I was walking, I see two guys walking on the opposite side of the street, and dismissed them out of my mind. I’m glad I wasn’t listening to my iPod. Seconds later, they’re running up on me, and I immediately go into “attack mode” letting out a startling, yet intense battlecry, while putting up my dukes. They pass me on both sides, and I hesitate a little, because I wasn’t sure at first what was going on. Of course they’re to turn around and pursue me by pulling out a handgun, demanding that I give them everything. I was proceeded to run, but I suddenly realized my fate had I made that decision. I surrendered everything I had: my wallet, iPhone, iPad, iPad keyboard, PS Vita and all the games that I owned for it (around 12.) After the incident took place we parted ways and I made way for home to call the police. I stormed back out the door, with my father-in-law, to see if I could track them down, and failed. They took off in a vehicle, most likely. We come back home, 45 minutes later the police come and I feel out a police report. Blah blah blah, “we’ll call you if we find out anything.” Almost a waste of time, really, but I did feel a little bit at ease that I talked to them. Right before the cops wrapped things up, my fiancee comes outside, informing me that my phone popped up on the find my iPhone app. I now have a location, but they didn’t really seem like they’d be willing to venture out that way, so they arranged for another police officer to check out that area. Needless to say, I’m still without…and I have to start over. Right before Christmas, and earlier, my son’s 2nd Birthday.
If I told you that I wasn’t mad, I’d be lying, but it has nothing to do with the things that I lost, with the exception of my wallet. I’m mad because these are two, young, dumb ass reckless niggas who feel a need to take from someone who’s doing things with his life. I’m not out there hustling, I’m working a full-time job. I’m not out there, gangbanging, fucking every chick that walks, or drinking every night or doing drugs. No…I’m trying to do what I can to help me and my family do better.
We should all be able to treat ourselves to nice things every once in a while…but because niggas want to hate, they ride bitch to the pistol they’re holding, and take it all away. For what? Go out there, get a fucking job, and then you wouldn’t have to be out there trying to take what belongs to anyone. Fucked up your life? Not our problem, that’s on you…find a fucking way!!!
To add fuel to the fire, now I gotta hear “why I’d even carry all that shit with me” or “I should’ve left my things here” from people. Sorry, but I don’t buy mobile devices to sit in the house. I shouldn’t have to lighten my load because of some street thug. Take it, take the fucking jacket off my back. It’s not worth fighting over. It applies in and out of the house, in and out of regular and public transportation. The moment we start thinking about the material things, far more than our lives, then we’ve lost total sight of what really matters: Us.
It’s a long road ahead, and unfortunately I have to start from scratch. From state IDs, to Social Security cards, to new bank cards, etc. The material shit I’ll worry about later. Karma’s a bitch…so I hope they get theirs in the end!