Best night ever.
Sarcasm fully intended.
I've been driving my parents nice, new, huge F-250 since my mom borrowed my truck to to Texas for the week. I meet my best friend at the Ale House to eat...I wasn't even drinking, for once.
As we're leaving and walking toward our vehicles, it looks like someone shut the passenger door on my truck. I think nothing of it, I think it's the people next to my truck messing around with their car. I get closer, and I open my driver's side door to get in. My passenger seat is pushed forward...needless to say, I didn't leave it like that. I get out, walk around the back of the truck as these people are pulling away. I put 2 + 2 together....these fuckers broke in my truck. I call out to Yaara that the bastards broke into my truck. She calls my dad while I call the cops, since the fuckers just left. They tell me a deputy is on the way, and I go about seeing what those motherfuckers took.
Laptop case - $50
Macbook power brick - $80
Daypack - $80
Calculator - $80
Various school books - >$150
All in all, those fuckers stole about $450 of my shit, not to mention they fucked up my dad's truck.
One good twist of fate - my laptop is at Apple getting repaired, so, sorry you motherfucking thieves...you THOUGHT you got a laptop. Joke's on you, you sorry sons of bitches.
I saw them...I wish I'd have thought more of it...Yaara says I would have gotten shot, but I would have gone in swinging anyway. All the more reason to get my concealed weapons permit.
Now I'm freaking out and crying off and on, because I don't know how I'm going to replace all that stuff...I can't even afford a new math book or calculator...I'm fucked.
Plus, I feel like my dad is blaming me. I did everything he said...I parked away from other cars...I parked under a light...I lost more than he did...insurance will cover his, I don't know if it will cover mine.
I've been driving my parents nice, new, huge F-250 since my mom borrowed my truck to to Texas for the week. I meet my best friend at the Ale House to eat...I wasn't even drinking, for once.
As we're leaving and walking toward our vehicles, it looks like someone shut the passenger door on my truck. I think nothing of it, I think it's the people next to my truck messing around with their car. I get closer, and I open my driver's side door to get in. My passenger seat is pushed forward...needless to say, I didn't leave it like that. I get out, walk around the back of the truck as these people are pulling away. I put 2 + 2 together....these fuckers broke in my truck. I call out to Yaara that the bastards broke into my truck. She calls my dad while I call the cops, since the fuckers just left. They tell me a deputy is on the way, and I go about seeing what those motherfuckers took.
Laptop case - $50
Macbook power brick - $80
Daypack - $80
Calculator - $80
Various school books - >$150
All in all, those fuckers stole about $450 of my shit, not to mention they fucked up my dad's truck.
One good twist of fate - my laptop is at Apple getting repaired, so, sorry you motherfucking thieves...you THOUGHT you got a laptop. Joke's on you, you sorry sons of bitches.
I saw them...I wish I'd have thought more of it...Yaara says I would have gotten shot, but I would have gone in swinging anyway. All the more reason to get my concealed weapons permit.
Now I'm freaking out and crying off and on, because I don't know how I'm going to replace all that stuff...I can't even afford a new math book or calculator...I'm fucked.
Plus, I feel like my dad is blaming me. I did everything he said...I parked away from other cars...I parked under a light...I lost more than he did...insurance will cover his, I don't know if it will cover mine.