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Last nite, this coversation occurred:
"Hey, Mia, let's go to the Bubble [Lounge]."
No, I don't want to go there.
"Why not?"
Bad things happen to me every time I go there.
"What? No they don't."
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So, we go. And we drink. And I meet a lady there. I go back to said lady's place. And the entire time I'm at said lady's place, my phone keeps blowing up. I say to myself, "Wow, someone really wants to speak to me." So, I check, and it's snarky neighbor Matt. I have 9 missed calls from him. I call him back.
This conversation ensued:
Hey, Matt, what's up?
"Are you parked outside of a house on Lovett?"
Uh, yeah.
"Someone completely smashed up your car with a statue."
Uh, what?
"Yeah, I was walking home when I noticed there was a car with all the doors open and shit scattered all over the road. I noticed the army license plate and realized it was your car. I put all of your things back inside of it and tried to close the doors. A cop drove past but said there was nothing he could do without you there."
Hmm. That's fucked. Really fucked.
"Who did you piss off?"
I've no fucking clue.
"It was obviously personal."
Chyeah!
--
Anyway, moral of the story is this: I WAS RIGHT.
Bad things happen to me every time I go to the Bubble. $1.50 margaritas are totally not worth the trouble.
"Hey, Mia, let's go to the Bubble [Lounge]."
No, I don't want to go there.
"Why not?"
Bad things happen to me every time I go there.
"What? No they don't."
--
So, we go. And we drink. And I meet a lady there. I go back to said lady's place. And the entire time I'm at said lady's place, my phone keeps blowing up. I say to myself, "Wow, someone really wants to speak to me." So, I check, and it's snarky neighbor Matt. I have 9 missed calls from him. I call him back.
This conversation ensued:
Hey, Matt, what's up?
"Are you parked outside of a house on Lovett?"
Uh, yeah.
"Someone completely smashed up your car with a statue."
Uh, what?
"Yeah, I was walking home when I noticed there was a car with all the doors open and shit scattered all over the road. I noticed the army license plate and realized it was your car. I put all of your things back inside of it and tried to close the doors. A cop drove past but said there was nothing he could do without you there."
Hmm. That's fucked. Really fucked.
"Who did you piss off?"
I've no fucking clue.
"It was obviously personal."
Chyeah!
--
Anyway, moral of the story is this: I WAS RIGHT.
Bad things happen to me every time I go to the Bubble. $1.50 margaritas are totally not worth the trouble.