F.U. right back
Well today we played extremely well we went into the international tie breaker the first game...but we lost 1-0. Then come to find out in between games one of the basketball players called us and informed us that some of our cars were broken into.
Which caused a HUGE scene, and was probrably one of the causes we lost the second game.
I was just starting to like Monroeville, I don't think I have felt this kind of awareness since I moved out. I feel extremely bad for the people involved. I hate having shit broken into. When I was in second grade, there was a string of break-ins in my neighborhood and the man had broken into our house. He stole a bunch of my bonds my relatives had given me, he broke into my little fischer-price bank (he ripped the front of it off) I loved that bank..he stole a bunch of my mothers jewlery. Then he broke into Bruce's house and they had an alarm and he was apprehended- then the police told us we couldn't get our shit back. I was pissed. Then there was this time during Mardi Gras- we were in Mid-City at the Mid City parade. Those fockers busted up in our car stole alllll kinds of shit. I think thats the reason I don't really like Mid City :/
JUST FYI- nothing was taken out of my car, but my shit was rearranged. And I guess they didn't feel anything in my purse b/c it was moved...my checkbook was in there :/ the scary part about all this- I almost left my keys in the car.
Which caused a HUGE scene, and was probrably one of the causes we lost the second game.
I was just starting to like Monroeville, I don't think I have felt this kind of awareness since I moved out. I feel extremely bad for the people involved. I hate having shit broken into. When I was in second grade, there was a string of break-ins in my neighborhood and the man had broken into our house. He stole a bunch of my bonds my relatives had given me, he broke into my little fischer-price bank (he ripped the front of it off) I loved that bank..he stole a bunch of my mothers jewlery. Then he broke into Bruce's house and they had an alarm and he was apprehended- then the police told us we couldn't get our shit back. I was pissed. Then there was this time during Mardi Gras- we were in Mid-City at the Mid City parade. Those fockers busted up in our car stole alllll kinds of shit. I think thats the reason I don't really like Mid City :/
JUST FYI- nothing was taken out of my car, but my shit was rearranged. And I guess they didn't feel anything in my purse b/c it was moved...my checkbook was in there :/ the scary part about all this- I almost left my keys in the car.