2 iPhone 6
cellphones – each
less than one
month old
a couple of
two terabyte
drives; one w/
a lifetime of
downloaded
(and most all if it
paid for) music
and the other
w/over 100 yrs
of digital (the
older ones
obviously
scanned from
originals) photos
a large black
rolling suitcase
(unknown brand)
which contained
all items stolen
during 1st robbery
all 5 bottles of my
prescription meds
which could not be
refilled soon enough
for the furniture move
to the storage unit
2/3 of everything
accrued over a life-
time — of which the
13 most recent yrs
were spent on Nob
Hill at an apartment
I called home —
where, during my scheduled
attempt to remove my
belongings, I was ass-
aulted by the apt mgr
(who refused to allow
me to go to the emer-
gency room—because
it had all become way
too much for me to handle)
various clothes, inc
many t-shirts, dozens
of coats and jackets,
the beautiful table
from the kitchen,
as well as my old-
est piece of furniture,
the marble table in
the hallway, well over
a hundred works of art,
one large box of memo-
rabilia w/items from most
every year of my life
3 door-drops of shoes,
all of which fit me, inc
several pairs of work/
dress shoes, the loss
of which would be
the source of severe
blisters for two months
one 10-yr-old cat named
Coco the Loco, who, like
me, had lived for over
a decade in an apart-
ment (#35) at the
intersection of
Pine & Mason,
San Francisco,
California.
Be happy, and/or RIP, dear Coco the Loco (2007-2017)
