also, they fucked the shit out of my brakes, don't be surprised if I die
I got my car back.
They took everything except for a handful of change and my Foothill parking permit, and they left me an almost empty can of Pringles and a pack of gum. And I mean they took everything. My blanket, my registration, my sunglasses, my broken boombox, my tiny little portable speakers, my mom's halloween martini glasses, my spare fuses kit, my shoes, my t-shirts, my gas receipts...
My car smells like cologne, and they scratched "650" (along with some initials) into the ghetto tint on my back windows.
They took everything except for a handful of change and my Foothill parking permit, and they left me an almost empty can of Pringles and a pack of gum. And I mean they took everything. My blanket, my registration, my sunglasses, my broken boombox, my tiny little portable speakers, my mom's halloween martini glasses, my spare fuses kit, my shoes, my t-shirts, my gas receipts...
My car smells like cologne, and they scratched "650" (along with some initials) into the ghetto tint on my back windows.