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Heist victim Andrew. The sequel.

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Andrew and Tracie in the late 90s In the late 90s, Andrew claims someone stole his credit card. He called Citibank and strenuously denied making the following purchases:      --A hair weave      --Lunch at Popeyes      --One jug of kerosene      --Four tickets to a Luther Vandross concert      --One honey ham. Eventually, his creditors believed him, but the incident cast a lingering psychological shadow that stretched across the years like long sticky fingers. A snippit of the provided 400-point protocol to safely enter the Tracie/Andrew domicile which history would reveal to be somewhat flawed. So it is no wonder that Andrew froze, traumatized, when ADT called to say I was breaking into his house. He was at a big work conference, possibly swanning about the banquet hall enjoying a plate of vanilla macaroons when the dreaded security alert came in. Andrew knew it was in fact myself perpetrating the home invasion because Tracie had perhaps warned him I was on th