I am no longer a gypsy.
And that is the only positive of the situation.
Mainly because, while the house was tented, it was also burgled.
And my gut instinct is that the guys doing the house tenting did it.
I like to apply Occam’s Razor to most things.
Occam’s Razor is the theory that the answer with the least assumptions is the right one.
So, instead of trying to figure out how someone got thru the seals and picked the lock, leaving no trace, and took out their respirator and air tank, grabbed a pillow case and filled it with roughly 2K in jewelry, then snuck away without anyone noticing.
The easier explanation is that the guys who were unsupervised and had free access to prep the house, put a bunch of shit in a pillow case, put it in theirduffelbag and walked it out to their truck when they left for the day.
Lesson learned, trust no one.
The biggest suck-point of the whole thing is that the things taken are not replaceable.
I won’t even get into that whole “Karma sucks, they’ll get theirs” whining shit.
Mainly because karma has been on a fucking holiday for years.
It only works sporadically, like some sort of karma Alzheimers patient that only has rare moments of clarity.
Screw it, I would rather be the untrusting shit that I have always been, just more so.
I am looking for some sort of Karma over-kill.
Like the guy gets arrested, raped in jail, gets aids, cancer, rickets, and some sort of incurable form of rectal herpes.
Unlikely, but it would serve as an awesome warning.
I am also hungover today, and that doesn’t help.
It does, however, explain why the blog is a day late.
Doesn’t excuse it, but it does tell you why.
I had written a fairly obscene paragraph to finish this off, offensive even by my standards.
At the last second, I pulled it from posting yesterday, but I was not in a place to finish it then, figuring I would just bump it to today.
And then somebody blew people up in Boston.
And I got nothing.
Boston, we are praying for you.
Hope the guy that did this suffers, no prayers for him.