its you, its that shit stuck under my shoe
holy shit. well, today anthony and i were walking down the stairs to look for ben king at caps. and hes like "someones stealing that kids car, they broke the window out of the car and now hes hotwiring it." whatdya know, this is a horrible world we are living in. i didnt believe him at first, but we went to tell the kid that goes to caps about it, the kid that owns the car. he runs downstairs and the car is gone. so he calls his uncle or something to come pick him up, and then hops in a car with some chick. the shards of glass are lying where the car was parked. it was some mexican named ramiro. so the cops show up as derek and i are sharing a cigarette and ask about it, and absentmidedly i say "me and anthony saw it." we tried to explain what the guy looked like, but its kind of hard when his head was bent down, hotwiring the car. the owner doesnt have a liscense or insurance, so hes fucked. the cop got my address and name and shit like that. fuck damn im a witness.