…the more things I realize I dislike.  I really don’t dislike that much.  Hanging with Kirk the last six or seven years has shown me that, in the grand scheme, I’m a pretty chipper guy.  And if you don’t agree, feel free to kiss my ass.
Anyway, this morning, I went to the car so I could drive my fiancee to the airport, and I saw my trunk was open.  That seemed strange, but I knew what was next–broken driver door window.  That’s right…them boys done broke in my car (by my count, that’s the fourth time this has happened since 1998).
And what did they take, you ask?  Nothing.  They broke in to get me for the display on my iPod adapter for my car stereo, which I had nowhere else to put but on my dash.  So they reached in, snatched that, looked in my trunk and dipped.
I don’t even use that thing anymore, so I’m not hurt about losing it.  I am hurt, however, about having to call the NYPD to come look into things.  I’m on the up and up.  I don’t have a record.  But waiting on them to get out of the car and finish filling out that paperwork?  Man, that’s nerve racking.
Anyway, back to my problem…amateur crooks.  All these clowns did was mess up my day, basically.  Straight amateurism.  It isn’t gonna cost that much to fix, but sheesh, man.  I gotta drive to the Bronx with a hole in my window cuz some cats just wanted to break some glass.
Amateur thieves, man.  My memory escapes me, but this is the second time in the not-so-distant-past that amateur thieves have struck.  Not that I want them to get me for something good.  Just sayin’.