His name is Chet. Everything he has ever owned was stolen last week.
Chet was moving from from Seattle to Los Angeles in a 1991 Honda accord. The Honda was packed full of the things of his life. On a stop over in San Francisco, on the way to my house, he parked in a well lit, gated and guarded, pay parking lot downtown. When he returned a few hours later, to the spot # he had written on his wrist, the space was empty.
He walked the whole structure from the first to the 4th floor until there was no place left to look, then he walked the circuit again. At some point it became obvious and the looking ended.
Chet has been staying at my home for the past week, sleeping on an air mattress in my living room. I said he could stay here with my family until he figured it out. These are a few things he lost: his family photos, his computer, the two hard drives that contained every image he ever made as a photographer
, his camera equipment, all his clothes, and many more things that I don't want to ask him about because it would be too painful to resurrect them for a story.
Anything that was not in the small backpack he carried out of the lot that night is gone.
These are the things he carried, The things that remain:
1 water bottle
2 Moleskine notebooks
1 pair of extra socks
1 unopened plastic poncho
1 marijuana pipe with 1.5 grams of medical grade marijuana
1 good camera
1 bad lens
1/2 a bag of pitted prunes
1 phone with no charger
1 set car keys
1 pocket knife
1 Carhartt brand safety orange stocking cap
2 days later the city called and found his car. Empty. They charged him $140 in parking tickets accrued in the time it was stolen, and a towing and impound fee of $507. After paying to get his car back his account balance was around $55.
He is not sure what will happen next but thinks he will probably drive to Los Angeles on Tuesday to try his luck.