ChapterZero

Sometime two days ago, someone broke into my car— through one of those tiny glass triangle windows in the back— and stole my car radio. That is really freaking unbelievable. I wish, in retrospect, that I had thought of taking the front off the radio, but I didn’t, because I thought my neighborhood was safe; the thought never crossed my mind.

So that’s it. My car officially has no redeeming qualities: the AC blasts hot air, and now, in place of a radio, I have a giant hole trailing wires. Not to mention that the bastards ripped the front panel off to get the radio out.

I wasn’t that upset at first; I thought it was a minor inconvenience that the insurance would cover. Ha! Insurance doesn’t cover ‘little’ things like that— i.e., my deductible is probably higher than the cost of repairing the glass and finding a reasonable replacement radio.