For fuck's sake.
I was really looking forward to tonight. Death Guild (A DJ group from California that's renowned at Burning Man) was playing at The Mercury, a member's only goth club in Seattle. I heard they're amazing, and I've had it on my calendar for a month now.
So I spent a while getting ready for the show, putting on my best face, my best clothes and getting in the state of mind to socialize, lightly drink, and listen to some badass music for a few hours. I stopped by the ATM for some cash, and filled up my tank. I was driving down the road, about to get on the interstate when I noticed my back right tire sounded pretty fucked up. Thinking it was low on air I pulled over to a gas station and got ready to fill it with some air.
Then I looked at my tire.
On one side of the tire, there was a clean incision from the rim to the outer edge of the tire. On the opposite side, there was a jagged cut in an identical fashion. While I changed out my tire I realized the only possible way this could have happened. Someone slit my fucking tire. I racked my brain for a while trying to figure out alternate ideas as to what could happen, but I came up dead empty.
So with that conclusion reached I spent the next hour trying to figure out who could have done this. For those of you who don't know me, I'm a bitter asshole. I've been waiting for something like this to happen ever since I learned how to drive. I'm insensitive, rude and very vocal with my opinions. I'm kind of surprised this hasn't happened before. But the worst part is, I can figure out no one I've pissed off lately. Or, more specifically, anyone I've pissed off since I moved to Washington State. So the only thing I can determine is it was a random act of vandalism, and that infuriates me.
Mainly, this pisses me off because I drive a piece of shit car. It's a 1990 Honda Accord. The paint is peeling off my car, and it generally looks like drek. Whatever fuckwits decided to do this couldn't pick a nice looking car to do this to? They couldn't look at the FUCKING BMW I PARK NEXT TO and realize that would be far more satisfying to vandalize? I know people who commit random acts of vandalism aren't the smartest people in the world, but there's being dumb and there's being an empty-minded fuckwit.
And for fuck's sake, I've lived in some shitty neighborhoods. The first townhouse I moved into via government subsidized housing had bullet holes in it. I heard gun shots on several occassions. People tried to sell me smack and coke on a regular basis. Not to mention my roommates and several friends were fond of screaming "Nigger" as loudly as possible whilst smoking cigarettes outside. Funny? Yes. Worthy of having my tires slashed or worse? Most certainly.
But when I move to the Northwest, a place renowned for being laid back and tolerant this shit happens. I've gone out of my way to be pleasant to my neighbors, make small talk and generally be a pleasant person. This does not come naturally to me. But apparently having my tires slit does happen to me.
I have a twelve pack of beer and a bad attitude. Guess what I'm doing tonight.
So I spent a while getting ready for the show, putting on my best face, my best clothes and getting in the state of mind to socialize, lightly drink, and listen to some badass music for a few hours. I stopped by the ATM for some cash, and filled up my tank. I was driving down the road, about to get on the interstate when I noticed my back right tire sounded pretty fucked up. Thinking it was low on air I pulled over to a gas station and got ready to fill it with some air.
Then I looked at my tire.
On one side of the tire, there was a clean incision from the rim to the outer edge of the tire. On the opposite side, there was a jagged cut in an identical fashion. While I changed out my tire I realized the only possible way this could have happened. Someone slit my fucking tire. I racked my brain for a while trying to figure out alternate ideas as to what could happen, but I came up dead empty.
So with that conclusion reached I spent the next hour trying to figure out who could have done this. For those of you who don't know me, I'm a bitter asshole. I've been waiting for something like this to happen ever since I learned how to drive. I'm insensitive, rude and very vocal with my opinions. I'm kind of surprised this hasn't happened before. But the worst part is, I can figure out no one I've pissed off lately. Or, more specifically, anyone I've pissed off since I moved to Washington State. So the only thing I can determine is it was a random act of vandalism, and that infuriates me.
Mainly, this pisses me off because I drive a piece of shit car. It's a 1990 Honda Accord. The paint is peeling off my car, and it generally looks like drek. Whatever fuckwits decided to do this couldn't pick a nice looking car to do this to? They couldn't look at the FUCKING BMW I PARK NEXT TO and realize that would be far more satisfying to vandalize? I know people who commit random acts of vandalism aren't the smartest people in the world, but there's being dumb and there's being an empty-minded fuckwit.
And for fuck's sake, I've lived in some shitty neighborhoods. The first townhouse I moved into via government subsidized housing had bullet holes in it. I heard gun shots on several occassions. People tried to sell me smack and coke on a regular basis. Not to mention my roommates and several friends were fond of screaming "Nigger" as loudly as possible whilst smoking cigarettes outside. Funny? Yes. Worthy of having my tires slashed or worse? Most certainly.
But when I move to the Northwest, a place renowned for being laid back and tolerant this shit happens. I've gone out of my way to be pleasant to my neighbors, make small talk and generally be a pleasant person. This does not come naturally to me. But apparently having my tires slit does happen to me.
I have a twelve pack of beer and a bad attitude. Guess what I'm doing tonight.