August 01, 2003. 4:06 in the afternoon.
Violated
Fucking Hell! My car got broken into AGAIN. Last time was a few weeks ago -- my UCLA parking permit was stolen while parked at UCLA. This time, my stereo got jacked! Thankfully nothing got terribly fucked up. My window wasn't broken, and there was a teeny bit of damage to the dash. It looked like all the cables within the dash were fine, too. They made off with all of my burned CDs (didn't keep actual CDs in the car for the exact reason I didn't want them to get taken) and to add a final "Fuck You Jeff" they stole my change tray. Not just the dollar's worth of change in the tray, but the entire tray itself. Which isn't all that bad when you compare it to the time the Ess-Dog's stereo got jacked and the "Fuck You Ess-Dog" stolen item was her car's manual.
I must say, I'm paying off some serious karma with all this shit getting taken lately. I can say without a doubt that I had the quietest drive to work this morning. The "woosh" of the passing cars was calming, like the sound of gentle waves crashing upon a tropical beach. It's like all this robbery stuff happened because God wanted to say, "Jeff, open your ears to the world around you!" Well, that and "Hey, it's about time you get an mp3 player for your car!!!" Which is exactly what I did.
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