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myxomatosis · 06-21-2009, 07:49 PM

...from right out front of my house.

Basically I'd been away for a week plus Bonnaroo for a week after that, had just gotten back home and had to shit. I roll up and there are two dudes outside talking to my immediate neighbor and another that lives up the street that runs perpendicular to mine. I go by them and come inside, check my veggies/herbs right quick, glance out the door because I just had a bad feeling, then go upstairs and shit. I come downstairs and look out the window on top the door where I can usually see the back end of my car and realize I can't see it and no dudes out there anymore either.

I realize that I could have hopefully just pulled far enough forward that I can't see it, so I pop open the door and walk out and realize that my car isn't there. So I call my father and tell him what's up and then call the police seconds later. All the while I'm looking for my keys, turns out after the sun/booze/lack of sleep I'd apparently left them in the front door of my house like a moron. Dudes clearly saw me get out of the car, saw me leave them there and swiped them and then the car in a matter of 10 minutes.

So anyway, cops come, and he's an idiot who isn't paying attention to what I'm saying which is real fucking irritating. He goes over to the neighbor a little up the streets house where the two girls the dudes were talking to had gone, neither admit to even being outside or knowing the dudes and then finally when pressed the one admits to being out there but only knowing the one by his nickname. The other one still won't admit it and was clearly more friendly with the two guys and even with my neighbor saying she was there, dude my dad is close with that lives two doors down having seen her there and me walking past her she won't say she was. So no go on any more information, so I have no idea where my car could possibly be.

The real bitch is that I had been away for a week and then Bonnaroo so I've got two weeksish worth of clothes, my pillow, a pair of shoes, wallet with credit card/debit card/license, ipod, gps, ticket stub and shirts from Bon, 7" vinyl given to me by a sweet girl, car chargers for ipod and phone, 2 200 CD binders full of burnt CD's and mixes, aftermarket stereo and subs, three sports chairs I had borrowed from my uncle and of course my fucking car. So basically most of the shit I own and/or the shit that's important to me is all gone and this girl may hold the key to coming closer to finding it. Plus I wound up missing two days of work because I can't very well drive 30 mins away with no car and while dealing with the mess her friends made.

The point of this thread is to gripe and also to ask for ideas to make this bitches life miserable without implicating myself, anything from shit like slashing car tires/breaking windows to dumb shit like ordering pizzas to her house, nonsense or not it'll probably make me feel better even imagining it.

06-21-2009, 07:49 PM	#1 (permalink)
myxomatosis life is music Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: between a pair of headphones Posts: 4,117 Thanks: 871 Thanked 884 Times in 574 Posts	So my car got stolen... ...from right out front of my house. Basically I'd been away for a week plus Bonnaroo for a week after that, had just gotten back home and had to shit. I roll up and there are two dudes outside talking to my immediate neighbor and another that lives up the street that runs perpendicular to mine. I go by them and come inside, check my veggies/herbs right quick, glance out the door because I just had a bad feeling, then go upstairs and shit. I come downstairs and look out the window on top the door where I can usually see the back end of my car and realize I can't see it and no dudes out there anymore either. I realize that I could have hopefully just pulled far enough forward that I can't see it, so I pop open the door and walk out and realize that my car isn't there. So I call my father and tell him what's up and then call the police seconds later. All the while I'm looking for my keys, turns out after the sun/booze/lack of sleep I'd apparently left them in the front door of my house like a moron. Dudes clearly saw me get out of the car, saw me leave them there and swiped them and then the car in a matter of 10 minutes. So anyway, cops come, and he's an idiot who isn't paying attention to what I'm saying which is real fucking irritating. He goes over to the neighbor a little up the streets house where the two girls the dudes were talking to had gone, neither admit to even being outside or knowing the dudes and then finally when pressed the one admits to being out there but only knowing the one by his nickname. The other one still won't admit it and was clearly more friendly with the two guys and even with my neighbor saying she was there, dude my dad is close with that lives two doors down having seen her there and me walking past her she won't say she was. So no go on any more information, so I have no idea where my car could possibly be. The real bitch is that I had been away for a week and then Bonnaroo so I've got two weeksish worth of clothes, my pillow, a pair of shoes, wallet with credit card/debit card/license, ipod, gps, ticket stub and shirts from Bon, 7" vinyl given to me by a sweet girl, car chargers for ipod and phone, 2 200 CD binders full of burnt CD's and mixes, aftermarket stereo and subs, three sports chairs I had borrowed from my uncle and of course my fucking car. So basically most of the shit I own and/or the shit that's important to me is all gone and this girl may hold the key to coming closer to finding it. Plus I wound up missing two days of work because I can't very well drive 30 mins away with no car and while dealing with the mess her friends made. The point of this thread is to gripe and also to ask for ideas to make this bitches life miserable without implicating myself, anything from shit like slashing car tires/breaking windows to dumb shit like ordering pizzas to her house, nonsense or not it'll probably make me feel better even imagining it. __________________ oh sometimes the blues is just a passing bird and why can't that always be tossing aside from your birches crown just enough dark to see how you're the light over me last.fm blog deal (updated 12/22/11) Last edited by myxomatosis; 06-21-2009 at 10:29 PM.