Baffling Break In

After going to a party on Saturday night, I returned home to find the frame of my door lying just inside my living room. Some ramdom bastard(s) broke into my apartment.

After I saw the busted door, I called 911 and waited on the front steps of my building for the cops to show up. They came quickly. I give them credit for that. But they weren't especially helpful. This crime almost seemed to bore them. The first cop sauntered into the apartment, confident that it was weirdo free, then I followed him to see if anything had been taken. Fortunately, he?she?they? had taken nothing. There weren't even any signs that they bothered looking for valuables.

The second cop arrived moments later. The two chatted for a while, taking pot shot guesses as to how the door had been breeched. I called my landlord's answering service to have someone come out to secure my door. When I asked if they could stick around until the building management showed up, they were like, naw. They asked if any of my neighbors might have been around during the break in, but they didn't bother trying to find any possible witnesses. Cop 2 tried to show me how to block the door with a folding chair, but she couldn't make that work. So the cops left to answer other calls.

I went back to the front steps to wait for the building repair guy to show up. My pent up anger called out for nicotine, so I went around the corner to this twentysomething pierced person's party to bum some cigarettes.

Thankfully, Lipby and Yoko came over to hang out with me while I waited for the repair guy to patch up my door. They stayed with me until 2am, when I relized I just wanted to go to sleep. After Yoko and Lipby left, I pushed my loveseat against my patched up door and went to bed.