 Hi, my name is Tim, and I was a victim of a robbery a few days ago, and it was very difficult to deal with. That robbery really helped paying my bills. I don't do it often, but you gotta do what you gotta do. I really don't feel secure about myself after this. I feel really violated. I don't feel bad whatsoever robbing that guy. I mean, I stole some items and I sold them for cash. I'm not even sure how he was able to break into my place. I wasn't even locked. I just opened the door. Dumbass forgot to lock his door. I have three master locks on my main door. Just like that. I just went in. Couldn't have been easier. He stole all my paintings. Every single one of them. I barely made a profit selling those. No one was interested. I don't know who painted these, but... Five years in art school. I did five years in art school. My life's worth stolen. Just like that. Look at this. No perspective, no talent. And this must have been painted by a kid. He stole my phone. I'm pretty sure he made profit out of that. He has an iPhone 4. What am I supposed to get out of that? All my valuable memories were on that phone. My baby's first photos were on that phone. I look at them every day. The screen was all shattered. Couldn't barely see anything. That phone was priceless to me. I kept it for more than 10 years. Really priceless? Like they couldn't put a price on it. That's how old and broken it was. I'm pretty sure he's using it to take great pictures now. I trade it for this. Thinking of starting a bowling career. Nah, just kidding. It's gonna help me break into homes easier. Like, you know, with this, you can shatter so many glasses and windows. And if someone catches me, it's just bowling. I can never see life the same way again. I really hope he doesn't harm anyone after this. I will go rob someone else as soon as this interview is over. I really hope the police found him and arrested him. That unemployed nitwit. I'm a cop in real life. That's why I never got arrested. I arrested myself once, but then I let myself go. Cop by daylight. Rob it by nighttime. Cop by daylight. Rob it by night. He pissed all over my sofa. I took a big nap on his sofa. I jumped about swimming. It was pleasant. If I ever saw him again, I don't know what I would do. Wouldn't feel anything if I saw him again. He really hurt me. Yeah, I just feel really terrible talking about it. Hey, can you keep it down? I'm trying to answer some questions here. Why are you still in my house?