October 25, 2006

Approximately fifteen minutes ago I biked home after a typical day at work and entered via the back door, as usual. I threw my bag onto the couch, had a drink of water, and fed the cats. Seeing the mail box key lying on the counter, I grabbed it and and headed to pick up the day's mail.

I walked down the hall towards the front door

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I swung open the front door
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I looked down
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I took a step back.
Oakland crime works tirelessly to out-do San Francisco crime: someone has stolen our front stairs. Posted on October 25, 2006 06:55 PM


sorry that someone stole your steps. on the plus side, it'll probably be that much easier to keep bella in the house.

Posted by: didofoot on October 25, 2006 10:18 PM

Sadly, our front steps have not actually been stolen. The roommate who owns the house contracted some guys to replace the front steps. But stair thieves make for a much more interesting story, don't you think?

Posted by: Jacob on October 25, 2006 10:20 PM

ha ha ha ha!!! i can't believe you almost died! who doesn't leave a note on the door warning his flatmates? WHO? i'll tell you who, he goes by the name of justice. where's the justice in that?

Posted by: michele on October 25, 2006 10:34 PM

No Justice! No Peace! No Justice! No Peace!

Seriously, don't rule out the possibility of a nearby crack den just yet.

Posted by: sean on October 26, 2006 10:53 AM

there's a halfway house at the end of my street now. and just last weekend there were 3 cop cars harrassing a group of young punks down the block. why must you turn into a street of sin, surburbia?!

Posted by: michele on October 26, 2006 10:58 AM

There's a halfway house at the end of my street, too. Last night they had a big party and chants of "drink! drink! drink!" floated all the way into my living room.

Stolen stairs, I burst aloud laughing.

Posted by: BD on October 28, 2006 08:32 AM