I am really upset right now, but nothing compared to what my brother must be feeling. He called me yesterday to tell me his house was broken into. He lives in a houe with two other guys. It is a very big old farmhouse. His room is on the top floor in the furthest corner of the house. The theif broke in and went straight to his room. this can only mean one thing as far as I am concerned...the theif knew my brother. he had to pass though multiple other rooms and floors to get to his stuff passing by TV's and electronics and all sorts of things. They got away with his laptop, iPod alarm clock thingy that I bought him for Chanuka, Cash that he won at the casino over the weekend, and a ring that our grandfather had given him which help great sentimental value, but little monetary value.
I am pretty sure the theif is their last roomate who they basically had to kick out because he was a deadbeat. this guy would sleep all day and play Everquest (an addictive computergame that some people call everCrack) all night. That would not be such an issue if he wasn't also the father of a young boy (I think he is 6 now). the dad had his son on the weekends, but never spent time with him. My brother and his other roomate ended up taking care of the kid every single weekend. they would feed him, take him places, play with him, make sure he was safe and not getting into trouble, and basically being his dads for the weekend.
I am convinced that this jerk is the one who broke in and stole my brothers stuff. They are pretty sure he was messed up with drugs someone too and I bet he knew to go right to my brothers room for some cash and stuff he can sell. The cops were dusting for fingerprints last night. I really hope they catch this #$%^&!!!