i wasn't home at the time so i dunno if it's what you're looking for, but yeah i was burgled. being burgled sounds so much more fun than it is. sounds like something you would do on a game show... Do you want to leave with the $500 or do you want to risk it all and get BURGLED?!.
anyway, i grew up in a quaint, wealthy, white picket fence type town. little to no crime, pretty great childhood to be honest. when i went to university i moved away to a new city and it was my first experience in the real world. my dad and i made a trip up on the friday, dropped off all of my stuff into my new duplex, and then went back home for the last weekend of summer, before he would drop me off on the monday for good. when i got there we saw the back door had been kicked in. my drum set, my x box, tv, etc. was gone. my first day in my new house and it had already been burgled the friggin day before i moved in. we reasoned it was probably some of the colourful characters we had seen loitering around the nearby, run down apartment buildings.
little did i know that before i graduated i would be surrounded by a group of guys at a bus stop who would steal my iPod, and some of my friends would be forced at gun point to withdraw a bunch of money from an ATM.
oh while were on the subject i have another one: one night i had a party, and i invited some girls i had met a few nights prior. they showed up and brought a couple friends. in retrospect i should have red flagged these G unit wanna-be thugs from a mile away, but i was naive and trusting and i welcomed these assholes into my house. I'm talking to a girl and one of the guys comes up and asks if he can borrow my phone for a sec because his was dead... i looked at the girl i was talking to with a look of hesitation (she didn't know him) and she said "he's not gonna take it. where's he gonna go?" ...reluctantly i handed him my phone... this asshole literally runs out the front door of my house with my phone. he had a fucking getaway car waiting around the corner outside. i chased him down the street but he was fast and had a head start i couldn't catch. man I'm getting pissed off again just typing this out.
anyway, the guy had the IQ of a tea kettle because i knew the girls that brought him, and then gave up his identity and information immediately. i went through his Facebook page and he was selling phones by the dozens. that was his stunt. i called the cops and they got my phone back. without the sim card or memory card or whatever. i lost all my photos which was a piss off. i wanted to press charges but the cops basically told me not to waste my time because it was gonna be hard to prove since i welcomed him into my house and handed him my phone like an idiot...
london, ontario. god i fucking hate that city.