Yesterday I found out that someone broke into my house. Not my apartment in New York, but the house that Gus and I own in Austin and lease to a couple of sketchy dudes who we’ve never met.
Someone actually broke the window next to the front door, unlocked the door, and walked in. I don’t know what they stole, but I’m hoping to get my hands on a police report that will tell me. I’m suspecting some foul play, of course, because people don’t generally break into random people’s houses through the front door. People don’t generally break into houses at all in my neighborhood. I really hope this shit doesn’t happen again. Windows are expensive to replace.
The news came to me while I was in Houston. Some advice for those who want it: If things aren’t going well or you’re feeling down, being in Houston doesn’t really help. I was there in the first place to see my sister and my friend, but the traffic, weather, and overall lack of culture in the whole pavement-laden, sprawling, unplanned city had me flying down I-10 this morning like something was chasing me.
I managed to have some fun before I left. Eric, Claire, and I ate some delicious sammiches at the Hobbit and hung out in the lounge at Benjy’s. I also got to check out the radio station and attend a college party. For some sick reason, I like to slam a few cheap/free beers at a college party every now and then just so I can remember why I didn’t do it more often when I was actually in college. They’re not bad, but I’ve never been to one I’d consider off the chain.
Yeah, I said “off the chain.”
gus away from the metroplaza says:
“off the chain”? Really? I knew this city was going to have an affect you, gangsta.
February 27, 2007, 7:15 am