There was a time when I would have been angry for a time and then let this go freely…posted by Bill Arnett @ 12:39 PM Permalink …floating off into my mind, wafting away on the breeze of bad luck and certain of a cosmic retribution for the cretin who did this.
It's not even the value of the knives (although the by-hand 24ct gold gilded, hand etched hunting scenes on blades of the Russian knives were beautiful beyond belief).
My home has been violated. One of four four persons, aside my family, took it upon themselves to do me dirt and steal from me. And I hate nothing more than a thief.
They steal more than mere objects, they steal pieces of your soul, your heart, your security, and, in my case, further wreck an already damaged mind, losing cognizance ever faster, and sinking ever deeper into muck and the mire of psychotic depression.
I am no longer a healthy man, able to overcome such disappointments of what are really such an inconsequential nature anymore.
i am a recluse. I leave my house less than once a month, meaning that one of four people who knew where the knives were kept crept into my bedroom, took down my knife cases and stole only the four Russia Knives I valued so highly, not for their price, but for their sheer beauty, craftsmanship (each is hand made). and for that feeling of the bit of soul that went into making each knife.
Thanks for your well-meaning words, guys, there is a time I would have wholly agreed, before I went insane, but this is going to be very hard for the this time.