Well, I got it. $280 worth of Chris’ stuff–two trash bags of clothes, some papers, his tooth brush, and the book for his cell phone. The $700 computer was gone, but I expected that. So was my $50 radio he was using, and his $20 cd walkman. I halfway expected that.
I didn’t expect his cell phone to be missing. I’ve called it periodically in the last three weeks, and his message is still on the voice mail, so I thought it was safe. The manager tells me it is. The police took it.
Apparently before he took all his pills, Chris called some people up to tell them exactly what he thought of them. I want to cheer! I’m so proud of him. I couldn’t do it, I still have to work with these people. I’m so glad he did. I hope every last one of them feels guilty till the day they die.
Apparently his calls were so vicious, that a couple days after he died, the police came to talk to him about them. I want transcripts. 😀
I’m also really angry, though, that the police have had his cell phone for three weeks and didn’t even bother to tell me, let alone return it to me.
I’ve had enough of this bullshit. I need to win the lottery, so I can get a lawyer who will actually listen to me. Then I’m going after every last one of these people. Legally. And I will legally nail every last one of them to the wall.