You read it, now see it…
Well guys, I am thoroughly pissed off today. I’m in the middle of my morning routine and I step outside to warm up my car when I see that my doors are wide open. “Fvck,” is the first word that comes to my head. So, I come around and the whole mint interior of my car is soaked from last nights heavy as hell rain, my passenger seat is laid far back, and my radio is gone, a/c controls are pulled out beyond recognition and the wires all cut so deep there isn’t any salvaging them. I immediately drop my jaw and my belongings on the ground. I walk to the drivers side open door (which no one hit with their own cars somehow) and the whole steering column and hush panels are smashed to pieces with a hammer.
At this point, I’m a little peeved, but I get into my car to start it and I quickly realize why the steering column is smashed: They cut EVERY WIRE in it to stop the alarm. I can’t even go to FvCKING work! I inspect further and they stole EVERYTHING out of my center console- tools, probably a blank check, light bulbs, my security clearance card for work, and the cash I had in it. They smashed my NEW console topper, radio trim, hush panels and steering column panels. If that wasn’t enough, a HUGE book of cds (yes, purchased, not ripped from the ‘net) my Craftsman tools, 4 channel amp, and subwoofer are all missing. I shut the doors and see that they jammed something into my pristine drivers side door lock to open it, ruining and cracking the surrounding sheet metal.
For some reason these jerkoffs missed my GPS.
I immediately made my police report and called my insurance. Turn out I’m fully covered, but have no rental compensation. DAMMIT! I’m walking around the car in the rain describing it to her. There is exterior damage to what were pristine body panels since 1988, the interior is completely soaked because it poured rain all night, I can only think about whats going to grow in it now. Seats are shot, great shape carpet was destroyed, dash is covered in water. Flippin’ excellent way to wake up.
I borrow my room mates car but on the way to work I can’t help but think about some smirking lowlife piece of siht reclining in MY baby’s passenger seat watching his poor excuse, oxygen wasting human being G Unit friend steal and smash my car. I can’t shake that thought from my head. I’m trying to work right now, but I can’t. It’s very hard to concentrate.
I really, really have never had such motivation to want to murder someone. I don’t think I’ve ever been this pissed off (and my ex cheated on me!). That car is the one thing that I love most in life and tell that I love it everyday. It’s gotten me through some rough times, always there for me, never breaks down, argues back, or tells me that it’s leaving me. I hate that its been violated and I’d kill the fvcker if I ever saw them. I am so sad and depressed. I don’t even want it fixed. I just want it to be alright again. I’m so hurt because I put to much time in to that car to do everything right and it gets taken away in minutes and left wide open to be destroyed of pillaged by whoever else.
Now that I’ve got that out, I hope I can work…
Greg, that purchasing of the NICO schwag for Christmas is going to have to wait, yet again…
What you guys really can’t see is the extensive water damage.
