Oh cool three day weekend. Yay, a three day weekend of my balls being tugged back and forth, then finally castrated.
See Friday there was this party someone (name not mentioned for the sake of my life) threw at my apartment. I didn’t really care as long as it stayed in the basement. I’m upstairs, on my computer pretty much during that time. I fall asleep and I wake up. It’s Saturday and $20 of mine is missing.
On Saturday, someone (name not mentioned for the sake of my life) came home to his beer missing. Kudos Aaron. He owes you a transmission anyways, I see that as a fair trade off.
Person G: Wait, opportune moment! Somethings missing, let’s grab more for personal gain.
After that and during that day, our neighbors PlayStation 2 came up missing (which we were borrowing), more money, and my camera. Oh and also my cell phone charger. I know someone that uses my cell phone charger when she’s over, because she has the same cell phone. I’ve never liked that carpet muncher. I’m surprised patches of carpet aren’t missing too.
Someone (name not mentioned for the sake of my life) starts moving his stuff out that day too. Hmm coincidence? Maybe.
I leave this person a voice mail letting him know I’m packing whatever is still there up. He calls me back, leaves me a voice mail saying he’ll kick my ass if I touch his stuff. I can’t risk anymore confrontation so I call the cops.
After he gets back from his mommas the cops show up. It was so funny when the cop told him to grow up and just grab his things. His face was priceless. I wish I had a camera but do remember it was stolen.
With him gone I feel safe so Ricky, Bryan, and I head out for the night. Before we left we set up beer bottle up in the basement window and behind every door just to see if anything is moved.
We’re down at Aaron’s the next day after dropping Ricky off at summer camp and head to Turtle Creek flea market. My car has trouble down there, great, just like Tony the Tiger. Finally after letting it cool down we get back to his house fine. Then we and wait for Brian to get back with Aaron’s parents so I could talk to him.
My car is then looked at. It’s fine, we add some coolant, and it was running fine. On the way back to Brick City. About 10 minutes away on Route 4, my car gets really hot. I get off at the nearest exit. As I’m pulling into this parking lot, I hear something pop then afterwards I can hear my coolant draining.
I get out check out the puddle and it’s dripping severely. I can feel heat all around the motor. Not good at all, smoke, the mix. My head this entire time wasn’t even focused on fixing it. I have plans already set at the end of this week. The timing for this interruption is none the less good. I can either get a plane ticket or bus ride right?
Luckily my step dad is able to get it towed over to his house. I get a ride from my Aunt and Uncle. From there I went to my house over to my cousin’s. I get a ride from him to the apartment.
The front door is unlocked. What the fuck? Alright the way I set it up in the basement window trap was if they tried to get in, and jumped down it would’ve broke some beer bottles under a large piece of wood. None were broken.
I look upstairs afterwards, grabbing the closet weapons, a hammer and a Smirnoff bottle. My Xbox is gone along with some other various items. I’m not even the littlest pissed off. No broken windows, how’d did these people get in? I know who it was, who’s the only other one that had a key? I call the cops again. They finally show up around at midnight.
I get that settled. I really don’t feel safe there so Bryan offers to stay the night. We chill up until probably 2:00am and then I pass out after taking cough medicine.
All in all I’m not at all worried. Hopefully someday this dumbass (name not mentioned for the sake of my life) realizes he ain’t grown. I run thi$ bitch. Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.
