Well, yesterday had to be one of those dark days in life. Murphy’s Law in full action. I was planning on a nice long drive to sort my head out, listen to some music, learn some dutch, and contemplate things. Of course the morning didn’t start so hot after an email to a friend whom I believe I may no longer speak to.
Then I roll in to Las Vegas and unfortunately all my friends there are busy and can’t do lunch. I wanted to get In ‘N Out, but they were so backed up that I decided to get gas and something else. I did Wendy’s and got gas. On the way out of the gas station I stopped the car to clear so debris off the wiperfluid squirter. As I got back in the car, I was confronted by a black lady who was asking for help to jump her car. I rolled down the window to explain that I couldn’t help her. At which point she reached into my car, grabbed my penis with a vice grip and started spouting about being a dancer and wanting to know if I party with black women. In the commotion to get her off my person and out of my car, she stole my wallet.
Normally you’d think that being a musician who performs and deals with the public that maybe this would be something I’d be ok with. But I’ve never had that happen and it was highly violating to have someone you don’t want touching you doing that, and so unnerving that you don’t notice they got your wallet.
I sped off only to realize a few miles down the road my wallet was taken. Immediate stop and search of the car to double check, but sure enough, gone. I called the police, then my credit cards and finally my mom. I’m stuck in Las Vegas with no cash and no cards and only a tank of gas. The police were helpful, took a full report, explained that there are a lot of street walkers and dancers in the area I stopped. Which happens to be Tropicana & Dean Martin on the west side of I-15. The Chevron claims they didn’t get it on tape (fuckers).
The credit card companies were kind enough to cancel the cards. She had already used one of them in the time it took for me to get everything sorted. Fortunately the card company told me I wasn’t liable for it and that it would be ok. Due to the amount of cash I had, it’s a felony. I was able to give a detailed description and a lot of information that she mentioned about where she danced and other things she said in the incident. Detectives should be contacting me in a week or so and they now to online lineups. Which is great because I know I can identify the woman.
It’s insane.
Then after stopping in Beaver Utah for gas, where a station attendant was willing to take a credit card over the phone from my mom, I got pulled over for speeding in Nephi Utah. I think it was more due to a front headlight being out because I wasn’t going that fast. I got a ticket for the speeding and a warning for the headlight. I had to show the police report paper from Las Vegas since I didn’t have a license (gone with the wallet). Even so, the officer didn’t give me a warning. Nothing like being kicked when you’re down right? I think he figured, I’d be able to fix the headlight without issue, so why not give the minor speeding infraction since it would be less likely that I could go to court to fight it.
I did make it home in one piece. I’ve obviously got one hell of a story now. I’m sure it will find its way into a song at some point. But Jesus what an ordeal.
In light of that, I’m going to leave you with one of my songs to part of the mood from that event. Seeing as how I’m not planning on speaking or seeing this person again, I’m pretty sure I’ll be blue about it, despite the way they treated me. I really dug them, but I finally had to put my self preservation as the priority and stop being strung along.
Enjoy your week and may you not have to experience a triple whammy of shit in your holiday.