Friday, July 04, 2008
In Which Amy Becomes A Victim...

... OF CRIME.

Though it's no big deal, actually. My car got broken into during the night -- some crackhead broke a window and went rifling through the glove compartment. He found nothing of value, 'cause there ain't nothing valuable in there. As far as I can tell, nothing whatsoever was taken. A few other cars around the corner got hit as well, and someone's undies were strewn down the sidewalk. The biggest loss, from my perspective, is time. Tomorrow's my first day off in two and a half weeks, and now I have to spend it dealing with a fucking broken car window.

It was probably one of these motherfuckers.

And during my lunch break today, I was listening to my friend talking about an article he was reading in one of the local freebie weeklies about this dude who was walking down the street, minding his own business*, when he got jumped by the cops and tasered. And as he was reading, I looked over his shoulder at the article and said, "hey... I know that guy." And it was true, I did. He's the projectionist over at the Hollywood Theatre, and a nice guy. The other guy quoted in the article I know a bit better, as he's the former theater manager, and he and I have had several fantastic discussions about movies.

And it's just weird to think that I've been here long enough to recognize people I know in the paper and to have had my property damaged by a crackhead. And I catch myself feeling a bit proud.



* probably shitfaced, admittedly
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