I should probably make a throwaway for this but it will probably get buried so whatever. About 3 years ago, I moved across the country and ended up living in a house with a group of people who partied like it was their day job. All the drugs, all the booze, all the sex, you name it. Anyways, a couple months into this living arrangement, things were going good and I ended up getting a new roommate. I didn't know that she didn't have a job or anything and that she wouldn't be able to pay rent but I was too fucked up to ask questions or anything so I just went along with it. A couple weeks later we get asked for rent, I pay my half and she doesn't pay hers, and my leaseholder goes off the deep end. I ended up hanging out with a couple buddies who lived in the upstairs apartment and he comes home literally twisted on every drug he could find with a bottle in his hand and tries to threaten us with knives. I mistakenly said a pretty snarky comment and he very shoddily punched me in the face (I'm a girl) and then proceeded to get tackled by a bunch of people and ushered downstairs to sober up and you know, think about what he just did. A friend of mine tells me he's going to go downstairs and get some of mine and my roommates shit so we don't have to get our asses kicked by some deranged fuck, and about 10 minutes later he's running out the door. He comes back with a pile of my clothes I'm his arms, dumps them on the ground and says "I'm sorry dude, but this is all I could get" I'm confused at this point. Turns out while the dude was getting all fucked up, he took our suitcases, opened them up, and chucked them all in the river. (it was relatively close to our house) my roommate instantly starts sobbing, but honestly I didn't have much of a reaction because wtf am I supposed to do? Literally owned like 3 shirts and a pair of pants at this point and crying was not going to magically sew me a wardrobe.

The worst part isn't that that even happened, the worst part is that I became a complete kleptomaniac and most of my clothes are stolen. At any given time, I can be wearing up to 1200 dollars in clothes and I can guarantee you that I've only spent around 30 dollars on the whole thing. My winter coat, my pants, my shirts, all really expensive clothing, and I stole it all. I got really good at it too, a little too good. I have a fucking nice wardrobe now and I owe it all to the crazy fuck who threw my shit in the river and my 5 finger discount. If my parents ever found out about this shit, I'd for sure never be able to leave the country.

TL;DR: crazy dude threw my suitcases in the river, stole most of my shit to compensate for lack of clothing