One thing I just realized today: I don’t ever have to worry about someone stealing my car. I mean, now that my door is all smashed up, who’s going to want anything in my car? It’s a 1990 Chevy Lumina Euro–you know every gangbanger is dying for one of those sweet rides. The busted door will scare any would be robber away. Anyone stupid enough to procede further would notice that my stereo sucks and my rims are pieces of shit. There is nothing IN my car. I could leave that piece of shit unlocked in the middle of the City and no one would touch it.

Sweet.