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So its Friday, last day of the week before some Joy in the Sand this weekend, but as any Slave to the Traffic light does, I have to get through the Grind, one more day of work. So after a good night of Sleep, I leave for work and as I approach my car I notice glass on the ground; someone had made Contact with my car window, shattered it and stole my car radio. I mean, I Been Around, I have had this happen before in a car that I was a Driver of, but it never get less depressing when it happens. Everything else was rummaged through, but there was Nothing to take besides the radio, which as a matter of fact was not Free, but I guess crack isn?t free either. I didn?t even have this radio for a year; what a Waste. What?s the Use of even getting something nice if people are just going to steal things. Cleaning up shattered car glass is not a Simple process which made me late for work. Now I have to use a half hour of personal time, and have a half hour less to use on myself to help preserve my Sanity. So the Aftermath of this for me is no radio, and no front drivers side window, which I now have to spend MONEY I DON?T HAVE to replace it. Thanks for putting such a Rift into my life, because this is something I really do not need, especially since I am moving with the next month and have to pay for Security deposit and rent. To the person who committed this theft: Fvck your Face. I have an Idea, get a job and get off the crack, and maybe when you can afford to have your own nice things people will steal from you, and I hope it happens because you deserve a Taste of what its like.
Post by nitetimeritetime on Jul 31, 2010 10:13:54 GMT -5
This is funny. Ha ha ha. I thought my stash had been stolen, but now I think maybe when I was cleaning I was drifting and it got swept away. If I could, I'd get back on the train and visit my brother, but it's not that simple. The connection he has is the landlady of his farmhouse, and she would demand dinner and a movie first. Frankly, I'd rather be buried alive for 46 days or be dismembered limb by limb than see her again, so what's the use?
