Smash and Grab:  
     
        I woke up with a jolt as usual. Overslept a few minutes too many. Racing to get to class, I was going to make it on time. My cellular buzzed. It was the police. 

        So, I like to drive. I love to listen to music. But few things compare to driving and listening to some fave tunes. Windows down, probably a little too loud. 

         When I got to my car, the officer that was waiting for me, gestured towards the car, saying something like, see if anything is missing. 

         I took the broken window in stride thinking that it might just have been an accident. But when I opened the door, the gaping hole in the dash turned into a hole in my chest. 

          Over dramatic, I know. But the wires just poking out of the hole were helpless. 

          So in addition to the 90’s ish crime of stereo theft, they also made off with my sub, amp and gps. Luckily they had no idea the value of a tripod and light stands. 

         So as I wait for the most expensively small piece of glass to come from the factory, I will be driving around with plastic over the hole in the side of my car and will constantly be subconsciously reaching for the non-existent knob and instead finding a tangle of wires patiently awaiting a new system. 

         P.S. Criminals, I’m keeping my windows down and my ears open for the sound of the mixtape CD that I know you couldn’t have thrown away because it was so awesome. Oh, and if I do hear it, I will purposely crash into your car.

Smash and Grab:


       I woke up with a jolt as usual. Overslept a few minutes too many. Racing to get to class, I was going to make it on time. My cellular buzzed. It was the police.

       So, I like to drive. I love to listen to music. But few things compare to driving and listening to some fave tunes. Windows down, probably a little too loud.

        When I got to my car, the officer that was waiting for me, gestured towards the car, saying something like, see if anything is missing.

        I took the broken window in stride thinking that it might just have been an accident. But when I opened the door, the gaping hole in the dash turned into a hole in my chest.

         Over dramatic, I know. But the wires just poking out of the hole were helpless.

         So in addition to the 90’s ish crime of stereo theft, they also made off with my sub, amp and gps. Luckily they had no idea the value of a tripod and light stands.

        So as I wait for the most expensively small piece of glass to come from the factory, I will be driving around with plastic over the hole in the side of my car and will constantly be subconsciously reaching for the non-existent knob and instead finding a tangle of wires patiently awaiting a new system.

        P.S. Criminals, I’m keeping my windows down and my ears open for the sound of the mixtape CD that I know you couldn’t have thrown away because it was so awesome. Oh, and if I do hear it, I will purposely crash into your car.

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