Break In (semi-long)

Yesterday seemed like one of the better days that I've had in a long, long time in the recent months (anyone on here who knows what I've been going through knows EXACTLY what I'm talking about). I had fun at church in the morning for the first time in God knows how long. It was a reasonably cool & cloudy day that had some rain mixed in which we've sorely been needing. And I even got some nookie (which has been almost impossible with as busy as me and my wife have been). Everything on the day was turning out to be pretty fucking stellar on my "Dans-fun-time-meter".

Then my wife went over to pull out our portable DVD player because for some fucking reason our DVD player has decided to take a turn towards the end of its life. She called me on the cell phone and told me that our storage unit had been broken into. I thought she was joking at first until I got over there. Shit was just strewn all over the fucking place! So, I called the Sheriff Department and they came out and took a report on it (I should have had them dust for fingerprints too). They told us to take an inventory and contact them with what was exactly was missing.

Today we were able to clean up some of the stuff in the area that was near the doors. So far, we have missing all of my practice swords, my extra TV which had no place to go in our house, some of my clothes, and some of my wifes clothes (somehow they overlooked the portable DVD player, lol). All of that shit I can easily overlook. I don't tend to put much stock in material things, since I can't take it all with me when I die... not to mention it wouldn't take me long to replace. But there was just one item that they took that took precedence above all others.

Last year, my ailing father who probably doesn't have much time left for this world, gave me a family heirloom which has been passed down from first born son to first born son. It was an ornamental dagger. It has a beautiful white handle with a pure gold hilt piece and the sheath was white with some beautiful artwork on it. I guess you could say that it held our family seal on it. It is definitely something that I could probably get duplicated, but any of you here who know what having a family heirloom is like... you know it's just not the fucking same thing.

I am so fucking pissed. Not only was that a family heirloom, but it's also pretty much going to be the only thing that I'm going to have to remember my birth-father by. It was also something that I was going to give to my son Jordan when I felt that he was going to be responsible enough to carry the tradition. There's so much rage and turmoil going on inside me right now. I know I won't even be able to tell my father about this until I'm able to get it back. Not only would it break his heart, but it would probably be the thing to send him into the great beyond.

I was actually so pissed that I stopped something that I had going for the last five months or so... I was so wound up I went out and got some chew to calm my nerves (sorry Icky). It's helped some, but all I've really got to say now is this... these thieves, whoever the fuck they were, really better hope that the police can catch up with them before I can. Nobody fucks over a Booth and even hopes to get away with it.
 
Oooh, that sucks, I am so sorry Beef. A couple of years ago the house I was staying in (it is my ex's house but we were together at the time) got broken into. Those fuckers drove up the side lawn to the back with their Van, loaded it up and left.

I was pissed. They took the 56 inch High Def TV, xbox 360, DVD player and dvds, my Mac, a coin collection and 10 credit cards that my ex kept in a drawer (he had them open to up his credit score) and other assorted things.

Since the cops didn't give a rat's ass I found out that they spent 70 bucks at Denny's and went there. I made them pull the records (b/c who spends 70 at Denny's?) and then we reviewed the tape. We pulled the tape and showed the police. You know what they did, absolutely nothing.

They also bought thousands of dollars worth of movie gift cards which we had them cancel and when they tried to use them the movie people called the police who came by but them let them go. We were like wtf and the police said they tried to call us to press charges but couldn't get in touch. Both my ex and I checked our phones, they never tried to call.

So just be prepared to do a lot of work yourself if you want the sword back.

Good luck!
 
Like I said, I could care less about my swords... they were just for practice anyway. The thing I want back most is my family dagger. The fuckers will pay for that one.
 
Fingerprint dusting doesn't really help much, a lot of the time they won't even do it--makes no difference if they don't happen to have the prints on file.

But seriously, that sucks HARD. I really hope you get your dagger back. And then use it on them.
 
That's the part that sucks the most disturbed. Ever since my Great-grandfather bought the knife back in 1890 shortly before he immigrated into America from Scotland... it was never used. He bought it specifically for the simple use of it becoming a family heirloom. It makes me cringe inside when I picture these thoughtless fucks using it to cut rope or slicing through plastic packaging. It's never been used for a single thing other than sitting there, looking pretty.

I swear if there's a single nick or abrasion on that damn thing...
 
wouh, I hope you get those guys..
:hug2: as JLXC said, check the pawnbrokers, you could also check ebay or something. You said you where a booth, maybe ceeley booth and you could be all kick pow-sheeewaa! and then take all your stuff, and your wife could be bones and say all these weird stuff and don't understand simple jokes :happysad:
 
FINALLY! I get to have the time to get on here and talk about what has happened a few days ago. Last Saturday morning my wifes sister called and said that she thought she might have seen my TV and other stuff at a yard sale. She gave us the address and we went on over to see what was what. When we got there, the TV and my practice swords were already sold and gone, but sure as shit there was my family ornamental dagger being sold for... $5.00. Five fucking dollars!!

I introduced myself to the woman that was running the yard sale. She told me that she had gotten the items from her son. She at first tried saying that her son couldn't have done it. After some more heated debating, she slipped and said that "My son was nowhere near that place two weeks ago!". We had her and her son at this point... we never mentioned how long ago it was that the items went missing.

So, we called the cops... I was able to identify my knife from an earlier photo of mine which showed that the Jade jewel was missing from a time that my cat knocked it off of its stand. I also pointed out a scratch on the blade which was hard to see... which when the cops took it out of the sheath to look at it, sure enough there it was.

So, all in all... I couldn't reclaim most of my stuff... some of my wifes clothes, my practice swords, or my TV. But now, two of the guilty parties are facing charges of B&E and robbery. And the dagger? It is resting back where it belongs... where it hopefully won't have to be moved from again for a very... very long time.
 
The fact that you got the one thing back that totally pissed you off for getting stolen is awesome.

You didn't have to pay $5 for it did you? :rotflmao:
 
Bwahahaha!!! No, it was handed to me directly from the police officers there at the scene right after they took a photo of it for evidence. I think they understood how precious it was to me... I wasn't about to let it sit in an evidence room for God knows how long. And we all fucking know how cops "lose" things.
 
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