Bear with me here while i rant. This hurts bad and im losing it. God help em if i ever find em. But thats the thing, thieves are sneaky and once your stuff is gone its usually gone for good. Luckily it didnt involve the bikes.
My father has, for most of his life, been a major billiards shark. Started playing when he was a kid and could rack em up and clean the table time and time again. He would hussle a little here and there when he was a kid. Many times we played i would just end up racking the balls for him and every now and then i might get a chance at a shot. He played on a team about 10 years ago that went to the National finals in Vegas after winning the state finals for team billiards. They went to the last 5 or 6 tables if i remember right (out of, idk maybe 50 tables?) and lost in the finals. We played a lot together at local pool halls and he loved the guys on his pool team like brothers. One of the guys turned custom pool cues on a lathe on the side for friends and an extra $ now and then. For my 25th or 26th birthday, cant remember, my father had his friend make me a custom cue that was for my height, reach, etc... with nice wood inlay and all very nicely done up as you can imagine someone would do for a friend and occasion like that. Dad gave it to me on my birthday in a nice leather case. It has always been one of my prized posessions.
Im in the process of moving and my life is split between stuff in my sisters garage, a storage unit a family member has, one that i have, my ex's place and i have stuff where im staying right now on the couch so my shit is all over the place and my life has been crazy for about 6 months at this point.
My cue is so special to me that i put it in my car last night cause im moving today. Got up to go to work this morning and the pool cue is the only thing missing out of my car. Not my jacket, stereo, canyon dancer, other bullshit or anything else, just my custom cue. Gone. They even left my breaker cue that i use only to break with. The one night i leave my car unlocked - i always lock it. Ive just been so crazy lately with moving and have only been sleeping about 5 hours a night for a few months and my life is so fucked up right now its no wonder i forgot to lock the car.
So sick. Feel like puking, killing, crying, dying, all of the above and everything. Someone just took a piece of my heart. Ive had my car broken into before and know how it feels and its one of the most horrible feelings ever but in the past its only been a stereo system. This is different. I want to go on a killing spree
. The thing is, like i said, Dad gave that to me for my b-day and it was custom made for me. A little over a year ago, Dad killed himself and i dont have very many other things to remember him by...so you see, this is painful and im about to lose my mind.
Sorry for the rant but im sitting here at work and none of these jackasses would care if i said anything and i really dont have too many people i can confide in anyway. I cant break down here in my cubicle (yes i work in cubicle hell) or lose my mind so i came here. What a bad end to a bad week/month. I always say, there are two kindsa people in life i cant deal with - a thief, and a liar and sometimes theres both. Its the whole cowardly aspect of it all and i cant stand a spineless coward. Thanks if youve taken the time to read my lengthy rant.