I am on my ranch of sorts and I got 1200 in the ceiler. State police car #3 pulls in the drive way to a house with nothing in my name. He start yelling my name, come out we now your inside. Just one of them. I crawl across the floor and unplug my washing machine on the second floor and stay low. After a half hour he is still there so I figure my door is going to get kicked in. I fill my pockets as I am on the second floor with polyurithane so I could fuck up his car and wait. After an hour he leaves. I go smash all my lights and have a giant sad bond fire that that night after putting most of my goodies in a large but carriable safe. I bring it down to my brother at Uconn and ask him to hold on to it for me. Its enough to get back on my feet lets say. I go back to my house. My financil relation ships with creidit cards and things started sky rocketing in terms of interest rates and my car gets reposessed by a company Majestic car something and the lady who works there is Brenda Costello same name as Coris mother I believe.