so no car luck yet, but THANK YOU for all the cosmic strings you've been pulling...keep it up, it's bound to work! 
all this car bull shit is bringing front and center the memory of why i've been plagued by broken car-ma (ha!
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for burning man 2000, i got permission from my folks to borrow our old 1977 ford pickup. they live up in nor. california, and my boyfriend (at the time) and i, took a trip up there in mid august to pick it up. we drove my honda civic, which had been angelic for 10 years. my folks leave in the summer for the east coast, so it's always nice to go up there....house to ourselves, rural surroundings, a little retreat. except for this trip.
we took the truck out for a spin, and it was totally funky and old, but so fun to drive!! and i thought to myself, "i love my honda, but maybe soon i'll be ready for a different car". BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR!
it gets really hot up there in the summer, the daily average is over 100 degrees. so that night, we left the front door open, with the screen door latched. we were sleeping in my childhood room, but all of our belongings were in my folks room...where the shower is. we slept like babies that night.
next morning, i get up, and realize i've left my glasses in my parents room. stumbling blind i go get them. and once i put them on, i'm a little confused. all the drawers are pulled out, the contents spilled. my bag is dumped out on the bed, my driviers liscense placed pic side up in an odd spot. i stand there thinking...."wow...was my boyfriend looking for something? it almost looks like those crime scenes in movies when someone has been....ROBBED!" my next thought was..."oh my god! my car!" i dash outside in my underwear, and my. car. is. gone. WTF!!! the latch on the front door screen is broken...
not only is my car gone, but "they've" stolen my mothers jewelry, a coin jar, my b.f.'s back pack, and our stereo.
we call the sherrif, who reminds us of the sherrif in 'fargo'. she's awesome, and is not at all surprised. apparently during the night someone was wreaking havoc in the area, breaking into cars, stealing bicycles, etc. and she has a pretty good idea of who it is. this 18 year old kid who lives a mile down the road. i remember his family, his sister. they were workers on the local cattle ranch. his sister was unusually shy...i always wondered if she was abused at home....
so the sherrif takes the report, and the bf and i drive around in the truck searching for any sign of my car. when we get back, there's a message on the answering machine that they've found my vehicle. it's way on the west side of the larger town that we're close to, on a small dirt fire road. we drive out there...
...and there's nothing left of my car but a burnt out shell. the mother fucker completely torched it. on the dashboard of my honda i had my shell collection from the time i was 4 years old...it was beautiful, everyone loved it...nothing was left but a little charred jade elephant a friend gave me...
so i don't find out the rest of the story until two weeks later when i've returned (now driving the truck) to san francisco. i get a call from the sherrif's department. turns out they've caught the guy...it was the 18 yr old. and they're prosecuting...but my case will never go to court, because he's being tried for MURDER. 3 days after he robbed us, he broke into the apartment downstairs from his girlfriend's apartment. it was owned by an elderly woman. he completely robbed her, then waited in a closet until she came home, then "killed her with knives". kniveS. plural.
this guy broke into my house, while we were sleeping 15 feet from the front door. thank fucking christ we didn't wake up. part of me feels sorrow for the kid...at 18 years old...what the hell was so fucked in his life that he was like that?
so i drove the truck for a while, but it was on it's last legs, so after pouring hundreds into it, i sold it for $700 bucks, and started driving the nissan that just kicked the bucket.....
....so jump up and down on one leg, squint your eyes, wave your hands in circles and chant "bad car juju be gone"! hopefully it will work
all this car bull shit is bringing front and center the memory of why i've been plagued by broken car-ma (ha!
)
for burning man 2000, i got permission from my folks to borrow our old 1977 ford pickup. they live up in nor. california, and my boyfriend (at the time) and i, took a trip up there in mid august to pick it up. we drove my honda civic, which had been angelic for 10 years. my folks leave in the summer for the east coast, so it's always nice to go up there....house to ourselves, rural surroundings, a little retreat. except for this trip.
we took the truck out for a spin, and it was totally funky and old, but so fun to drive!! and i thought to myself, "i love my honda, but maybe soon i'll be ready for a different car". BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR!
it gets really hot up there in the summer, the daily average is over 100 degrees. so that night, we left the front door open, with the screen door latched. we were sleeping in my childhood room, but all of our belongings were in my folks room...where the shower is. we slept like babies that night.
next morning, i get up, and realize i've left my glasses in my parents room. stumbling blind i go get them. and once i put them on, i'm a little confused. all the drawers are pulled out, the contents spilled. my bag is dumped out on the bed, my driviers liscense placed pic side up in an odd spot. i stand there thinking...."wow...was my boyfriend looking for something? it almost looks like those crime scenes in movies when someone has been....ROBBED!" my next thought was..."oh my god! my car!" i dash outside in my underwear, and my. car. is. gone. WTF!!! the latch on the front door screen is broken...
not only is my car gone, but "they've" stolen my mothers jewelry, a coin jar, my b.f.'s back pack, and our stereo.
we call the sherrif, who reminds us of the sherrif in 'fargo'. she's awesome, and is not at all surprised. apparently during the night someone was wreaking havoc in the area, breaking into cars, stealing bicycles, etc. and she has a pretty good idea of who it is. this 18 year old kid who lives a mile down the road. i remember his family, his sister. they were workers on the local cattle ranch. his sister was unusually shy...i always wondered if she was abused at home....
so the sherrif takes the report, and the bf and i drive around in the truck searching for any sign of my car. when we get back, there's a message on the answering machine that they've found my vehicle. it's way on the west side of the larger town that we're close to, on a small dirt fire road. we drive out there...
...and there's nothing left of my car but a burnt out shell. the mother fucker completely torched it. on the dashboard of my honda i had my shell collection from the time i was 4 years old...it was beautiful, everyone loved it...nothing was left but a little charred jade elephant a friend gave me...
so i don't find out the rest of the story until two weeks later when i've returned (now driving the truck) to san francisco. i get a call from the sherrif's department. turns out they've caught the guy...it was the 18 yr old. and they're prosecuting...but my case will never go to court, because he's being tried for MURDER. 3 days after he robbed us, he broke into the apartment downstairs from his girlfriend's apartment. it was owned by an elderly woman. he completely robbed her, then waited in a closet until she came home, then "killed her with knives". kniveS. plural.
this guy broke into my house, while we were sleeping 15 feet from the front door. thank fucking christ we didn't wake up. part of me feels sorrow for the kid...at 18 years old...what the hell was so fucked in his life that he was like that?
so i drove the truck for a while, but it was on it's last legs, so after pouring hundreds into it, i sold it for $700 bucks, and started driving the nissan that just kicked the bucket.....
....so jump up and down on one leg, squint your eyes, wave your hands in circles and chant "bad car juju be gone"! hopefully it will work
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