The only thing they took wasn't the gas money I keep hidden under the change tray, wasn't the stereo in the dash, but it was the mp3 CD player that Josh and RanShin bought for me when I went to Ecuador because I told them that the thing I'd miss the most, besides them, was going to be music. Consequently, I didn't have any music on the drive here to Houston earlier this evening. I kept myself entertained with the notion of buying a gun, replacing my window, and for this coming week having a note taped to my car saying "To whomever broke into my car last week: I dare you to try it again" and just staking it out until they did, and then, not destroying them in a rage of vigilante justice, but holding them prisoner until the proper authorities arrived, begging them to try and run so I could shoot them in the leg. Two and a half hours of driving gives lots of time to think.
You know what? You're right. And that car drove me to Houston, where I'm currently drunk right now. That's pretty nifty. I've been wondering, how are you doing? I've been trying to get you on some kind of instant messengar, but you don't respond...
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