I just need to release some anger here....


About a week and a half ago, my car was stolen. It's a 1988 Dodge Aries so I wasn't out very much. The police found the car a few days ago. They told me that they had a forensics team go over the entire car looking for evidence. For some reason I believed them. As it turns out, they apparently didn't even go inside the car.

How do I know this?

Simple. I found a goddamn dime bag (Marijuana for all you youngins out there.) right in the cupholder between the front seats. It was Chronic too. I know I didn't leave it there, I don't think the cops did either.

It pissed me off. Although the dime bag did make the experience kinda interesting. A dime bag isn't the greatest thing in the world, but the circumstances made it cool. Good story for the grandkids. If I ever have any.