break out the plastic bags and photo tape
So, long evening at the studio working on album stuff, I come out to my car all happy that I got lots done, hit the remote to open the door and...
HONK HONK HONK!
It's my car's "Hey, something's wrong" alarm. And sure enough, someone has smashed my passenger window.
AGAIN.
For fuck's sake, it's not like there was anything on the seats that looked valuable, and the nine other cars on the block were completely unmolested, why my fucking car all the time? Now it's put a claim on the insurance, four days with no car, police report, pay the deductible with money I don't have...I fucking hate this.
HONK HONK HONK!
It's my car's "Hey, something's wrong" alarm. And sure enough, someone has smashed my passenger window.
AGAIN.
For fuck's sake, it's not like there was anything on the seats that looked valuable, and the nine other cars on the block were completely unmolested, why my fucking car all the time? Now it's put a claim on the insurance, four days with no car, police report, pay the deductible with money I don't have...I fucking hate this.