Posted by Riv on June 06, 2001 at 02:18:27:
In Reply to: Re: Pickpockets posted by P on June 06, 2001 at 00:28:30:
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: ***Today in SLC on a bus a person was getting off and was fatally
: stabbed by another passenger.
: So dont feel too bad.
There are always different grades of feeling, I guess P. You could also say that today in SLC somebody got the lucky break they were waiting for and so I should feel cheated, sad, rage or philosophical like a 5. Its not just the money but you know what's in a 5's wallet?
Someone should do a post on that question.
I remember 30 things. That's just what I remember. BASTARDS! Got to vent. You understand! Credit cards, bank cards, insurance cards, phone numbers, social security card, photo ID, news items. And what else? I don't remember.
Plus $90.
Oh yes, calling cards and more.
I appreciate you posting me tonight and I mean it. It means that in my book you are aces and a guy with a good heart. My heart is still beating fast. You know THESE MOTHERFUCKING PIECES OF SHIT don't care one iota about the effect it has on the victim. Soulless bastards. I am not a saint but at least I have a conscience when it comes to the innocent. I admit that I have no feelings of sympathy for intentional criminals and if these guys wound up dead? Beautiful.
I mean how can so called people go through life intentionally causing sadness, grief, anger to people and not feel guilt? What kind of trash calls itself and looks human? Where's justice? Cops? Real tough on TV but here they'd rather harass double parked cars then go after actual criminals. And these dirtbag criminals? How can they not care that they ruin somebody's day or year or life? They have less honor than a rat.
Meanwhile you see some educated, decent, civilized people on this board that wouldn't even jaywalk and they have all this guilt, all this angst.
There's got to be some meaning behind all this, guy.
_Riv
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: : I'm fucking in shock. I got my pocket picked today losing including bank card, credit card, photo id, picture id, social security card and other valuable things. I don't feel like talking much about it. Cops couldn't find me for over an hour and all they did was make out a report.
: : Big fucking deal. Report.
: : I was on a SRO bus {Standing Room Only}. One guy {and I don't know the type or what does it matter?} kept bumping into me. This guy was short, about 5'1' and wearing a nice shirt and tie. Looked like he was coming home from an office job. The other guy behind him was big and heavy maybe 6 feet and dressed street. They didn't look related but the big guy gave him a few nods as if to say something so I knew they were friends.
: : But.
: : A third guy was to my left and appeared holding on for dear life. But I dimly remembered his hand on the top of my pocket and thought it was strange and a white cloth in the palm of his that was by my pocket. So I looked at him, he was about 5'10' and wore a blue polka dot shirt but I didn't pay much attention and only recalled it later.
: : I wanted to get off that crowded bus.
: : At my stop, a lot of the people got off. I noticed my pocket felt light and ran back on. Those guys {I still didn't realize there was any team} must have scattered but one guy said to me {a fourth member? I didn't remember the guy who talked to me when I got back on but I dimly remember another one in there} some guy in a red shirt did something funny and got off. I went running looking for a red shirt that I swear I was going to jump because I don't think I could get anywhere by yelling. And I doubt I would have jumped anyone.
: :
: : Of course no red shirt.
: : _Riv