law,
instinct took over, as i rounded the corner of the coquitlam silvercity theater, and visibly saw that my truck door looked like it was opened, and i clearly always slam it and even check the handle to see if its locked, EVERYTIME. my footsteps slowed, my eyes slightly squinted, and i discreetly scanned the area, ppl, cars, and anything out of the ordinary that looked suspicous and didnt look like it didnt belong. its standard procedure for me to always check the back seat, I SAW ENOUGH SCARY MOVIES TO ALWAYS CHECK THE BACK SEAT, and things looked out of place, and as i sat in the drivers seat i knew the night turned into a clusterfuck when i saw my STILL LOCKED vehicular deturrant club on the passengers seat, items from my console were strewn about, and my change was missing. and lets not forget VANESSA, a gift from a friend, a knife with a scantily clad woman picture on the side. at this point, i figured since the entire vehicle wasnt stolen, no harm, no foul. the engine started, but the steerin wheel seemed to be FUCKIN BENT TO HELL. this apparent car thief bent my steerin wheel downward to remove my club, which in locked formation, locks to the brake pedal to the steering wheel. i went to turn it and the top half of it was bumpin into the gear shift and the wiper shift, which meant neither i, nor this car thief cunt, was able to drive away. first order of bidness was to call a tow truck and get the fuck outta there. i called and the coconut tow compnay said to wait at the front entrance of the theater, while i was parked in the retard 'overflow' parkin lot. while on my way to the front door, i heard ppl talkin about their vehicles gettin broken into also, one guy had a brand new truck that got broken into and had his dash board ripped off and his cd player, GPS, mini dvd player and somethin else ripped right outta his dash. but upon further inspection, blood stains were visible on the door. another guy got his jeep stolen, which probly turned into the getaway vehicle, after my behicle was supposeta be the getaway vehicle, but was unsuccessful.
my ass puckered when i heard one of the guys say he already called the cops, and you know how indians enjoy COPS. my first thought was that the pig would wanna inspect my vehicle and find my thermos, the thing that held the key to life itself, and would wanna inspect it. that scared the shit outta my the most, so as soon as the tow truck got there, we got teh fuck outta there. halfway home the tow truck dude asked what happened and i told em what happened and told em i forgot to talk to the pigs, and report it. the pig looked too preoccupied with the other two victims, and clearly their situation was more dire than my lil steerin wheel, plus the key to life, in the back seat.
my brother felt kinda half guilty, i told em to meet me at the pitt theater, but he was runnin late so we went to coquitlam, i grumbled and met em there. on the way home the tow truck driver said 'why didnt you catch a movie at pitt meadows...' there was akward silence, and that was that. i aint mad at em or nothin, sometimes shit happens.
ultimately, in the end, compared to the other two guyts, my busted steerin wheel aint that bad. and it actually looked like my brother was gonna apologize, and this is what i woulda said to em if he did, 'in the grand scheme of things, given the all the other different possible outcomes of this situation, this timeline is the least worst. we aint dead, we didnt kill no one, we aint on the run from killin someone, my truck wasnt stolen; just busted, and its some kinda life lesson here. what it is, i dunno, maybe find a gooder auto theft deterrent. in the end, money is just money, material is just material, and life is life.
my ass puckered when i heard one of the guys say he already called the cops, and you know how indians enjoy COPS. my first thought was that the pig would wanna inspect my vehicle and find my thermos, the thing that held the key to life itself, and would wanna inspect it. that scared the shit outta my the most, so as soon as the tow truck got there, we got teh fuck outta there. halfway home the tow truck dude asked what happened and i told em what happened and told em i forgot to talk to the pigs, and report it. the pig looked too preoccupied with the other two victims, and clearly their situation was more dire than my lil steerin wheel, plus the key to life, in the back seat.
my brother felt kinda half guilty, i told em to meet me at the pitt theater, but he was runnin late so we went to coquitlam, i grumbled and met em there. on the way home the tow truck driver said 'why didnt you catch a movie at pitt meadows...' there was akward silence, and that was that. i aint mad at em or nothin, sometimes shit happens.
ultimately, in the end, compared to the other two guyts, my busted steerin wheel aint that bad. and it actually looked like my brother was gonna apologize, and this is what i woulda said to em if he did, 'in the grand scheme of things, given the all the other different possible outcomes of this situation, this timeline is the least worst. we aint dead, we didnt kill no one, we aint on the run from killin someone, my truck wasnt stolen; just busted, and its some kinda life lesson here. what it is, i dunno, maybe find a gooder auto theft deterrent. in the end, money is just money, material is just material, and life is life.