1st) my wonderful sister's life. (she developed MS & cancer in her mid 30's and passed away when she was only 43.)
2nd) a few years later, my nephew @ 22yrs old.
3rd) a few yrs. after that, my other sister's health, her ability to walk & talk. (an awful car accident).
2006-08-31 06:12:10
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answer #1
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answered by Kitten2 6
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Well, my answer is music related.
A band I was in had a bunch of gear stolen. And while we were all upset about our stuff being taken, I was extra upset, as my guitar has high sentimental value to me. It belonged to a friend of the family for years.
The best part of the story is how I bought it back through the black market. See, the cops didn't do anything to find the equipment (make a note of that, if you live in Peoria, Illinois and times get rough, start stealing music equipment, the cops won't do a thing to stop or catch you). I was telling a friend of mine from High School about the whole thing. He asked where it happened. I told him it was in the Ghetto on the North Side of town. He told me to hold on while he made another call. Apparently he knew somone who ran with all the gangsters in that area. The crackhead thief who stole all our stuff sold my guitar to someone my friend knew. I had to pay $100, but I got my guitar back.
2006-08-31 13:17:07
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answer #2
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answered by Answer Schmancer 5
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My first guitar (a bass) was stolen from me right after I moved to LA. It was a special order left-handed Ibanez I got when I was about 14. Not a top of the line bass, but I certainly shopped around for what I could afford at the time and sought it out. I was moving out of a crappy apartment and accidentally left it out in the hall, it was gone two minutes later. I'd had some other basses and guitars come and go after I got that one, and never planned to trade it in or replace it.
2006-08-31 13:11:36
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answer #3
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answered by Anonymous
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I loaned some tapes (like 20) of big hair music from the late 80's early 90's to a relative by marriage and he never returned them. Now he's no longer family.
2006-08-31 13:04:06
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answer #4
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answered by jamesnjenifer 3
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Someone broke into my shed and stole my weed trimmer. I can understand that, if not condone it. But the bastard also took a little set of plastic yard tools that my five year old daughter used to "help" daddy in the yard.
It broke her heart, and I'd like to break a few things on him as payment.
2006-08-31 13:07:00
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answer #5
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answered by Anonymous
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Five years worth of personal journals! My ex took them and then burned them, I have never really put it behind me. Every time I think of it or someone mentions it, it is as painful as it was the day it happened.
2006-08-31 13:08:25
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answer #6
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answered by flika 1
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Truth? My virginity. I got drunk when I was 16 and you know the rest of the story.
2006-08-31 13:03:10
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answer #7
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answered by Suspended 6
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Dam niggga stole my bike!
2006-08-31 13:04:14
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answer #8
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answered by Anonymous
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someone stoled a benjamin franklin rifle that my great-great-grandfather had passed down through the family to me. assholes stole it...
2006-08-31 13:02:53
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answer #9
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answered by numb 2
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my rent money right out of my purse, I beat them unconcious though never had that problem again.
and my cd case with over 100 cds that I collected over the years.
2006-08-31 13:02:37
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answer #10
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answered by dark rockchick 4
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