...So a day or two into my whole Stomach Flu extravaganza, my 80 gig video iPod was stolen out of my home. Because this is Tauwan Patterson we are talking about, said theft occured the day before my birthday. Yeah, that's right. On the 23rd anniversary of my birth not only was I bed ridden and losing money cause I couldn't go to work at my boy's restaurant, but I was extremely heartbroken cause the 80 gig, nearly 400 dollar video iPod that I worked seven days a week for about a month and a half last fall to earn and get myself for Christmas was stolen from me, out of my own home. And before you go calling me shallow, think about it, and think about the massive amounts of music that I am constantly consuming and taking in. And we all know I don't drive, so it made those bus rides and walks around the city all the more bearable. Losing my iPod was like my 18 year old cousin losing his new car. Seriously.
...Now we aren't talking theft in my house as in the family was robbed and we are all missing some important things. No this is theft as in I live in a house in which one of the inhabitants just so happens to be a crack cocaine addict, who took it upon himself to pick up my video iPod as I pulled myself up by the boot straps and put on a happy face for my friends on the eve of my b-day. Simply put, I went out for a home cooked meal and a movie [half nelson is awesome], left the music device on the DINING ROOM table, returned home to get some rest before work, and noticed it was gone. Didn't want to jump to conclusions, but it's kind of hard not to in my situation.
...of course when confronted [not by me of course. In fact the little to no speaking my cuz and I do has been eliminated completely, making him look all the more guilty and kind of sorry for what he did, especially when he found out that he took my prized iPod on my FUCKING BIRTHDAY!] he denied it all, but cut to today where his sister, [nearly three years clean and getting her life together I must add] let's me know that she did a little investigating, only to find that her bro did indeed take it, and last she heard, it was in the hands of a family friend who also likes the crack rock [I couldn't make this shit up] meaning two things: it could be retrieved or he could have already sold it himself and it is, of course, lost forever [again, I COULDN'T MAKE THIS SHIT UP IF I TRIED]
...So to make a long story short, I have been fucked by family, close family friends, and crack cocaine. So as much as it pains me to say this, Apple I may be done with you, and it's not you, it's me. If I don't get it back [and I doubt I will] I just have to be content with living an iPod free life. I'm too sad, depressed, insecure, unaware of the what the future holds, unstable, and unemployed to drop another 400 dollars on an iPod, not to mention go through the grueling process that was putting music and videos on the sucker. [Yes, I repeat, I listen to that much music. I need a life, yes I know]. My next iPod if not this one, will have to be a gift from someone else, or come sometime down the line when paychecks are constant and I am out of this goddamn house. But don't hold me to that. I am already having iPod withdrawls and I could afford another one right now if I wanted it. :)
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