The unbelievable has happened. The police actually came through on this one and recovered my computer. Now when I tell you how you probably won't believe me, but I swear I couldn't make this up if I tried. A few days after my computer was stolen I checked my email and found a message in it that I didn't write. It seems that the person who had my computer accessed my email account and used it to answer a personals ad on craigslist. The title of the personals ad?
"Older4younger - 52 (SW)"
In the response he included a brief description of himself, "Good looking, blk, 30yrs," as well as his phone number. A real bright one, this guy was. I immediately called the detective department at the Police station and forwarded them the email. The Sargent told me they would look into it but told me not to get my hopes up, which infuriated me since they were in possession of the contact information of the person who had my computer! I called them the next day to check up on it to find out they had put in a request to the phone company to find out this guy's information from his phone number, which could take from one to two weeks. By that time my computer could be on the other side of the world or in a dumpster behind Rocco's pizza.
Okay, here's where it gets good. On thursday the police called me up and said they were planning on initiating contact (a sting operation) and would let me know later that day what happened. Basically they called up this guy pretending to be the older guy he was trying to meet up with and caught him with my computer. He didn't admit to stealing it, which is quite possible, but the fact that I got it back is pretty incredible.
The sad part is that he deleted a shitload of stuff off my desktop, most of which was music, but some other important things like photos, art files, writings, and pictures for art reference. I'm trying to recover those deleted files, but I'm not getting my hopes up. To be honest I'm just glad I don't have to spend a grand on a new computer. Before picking up my computer I stopped at Mississippi pizza to have a celebratory slice. The truth is I was planning on having pizza anyways, but when I found out the news it became a celebratory event.
