My car got stolen, an early 90’s gray/silver BMW 525i, the love of my life. Saying “was” and “is” has been hard in regards when talking about him because i want to think that i’ll walk outside and he’ll be in my driveway washed and waxed back from Pimp My Ride.
There’s not really much else to say besides that. I’ve been thinking to myself about how much happens in life and how strange it is sometimes, the things we go through and deal with and always manage to overcome and triumph, or in some lesser cases do not manage to overcome or triumph. But it is the simple fact that we always get through it.
Phillip is out there somewhere, hopefully not getting chopping for parts, or repainted to be some drug dealers classic ride, but is waiting for the police to show up guns blazing in the name of all that is right and just in the world. Its strange because recently i was inquiring about a car alarm and had mentioned to some friends about how i wanted to keep Phillip for the rest of my life as i’ve never had anything in my life that i’ve loved ever really last that long, and now he gets stolen.
I’ve also learned something else very important from this, that is, in times of need you learn who the people that really care about you are and the friends you really want to keep. I made some calls in regards to me getting helped out in the situation and i was let down by some people who chose to go to the beach, or a party, and some to just hangout and take care of errands that they felt were more important than helping out a friend.
Its strange how the hard times you experience make you realize who the people you really need to keep around are.
So a couple messages for some people:
1. Car Thieves: You are cunts, the lot of you. Hard working Americans bust their ass to make end’s meat and what they have is what THEY have worked for. For you to come along all slight and take what isn’t yours makes you the reason that this country isn’t as great as what it used to be. Fuck yourself, i sincerely hope you die a slow and agonizing death.
2. “Friends”: Hope you had fun at whatever events were more important than helping a friend out in need. Karma will eventually fuck you in about ten years when you experience divorce, or cancer, or divorce and cancer. Just saying, you and the car thieves who took Phillip can have a go fuck yourself party where all of you and AIDS are invited.
3. Mum: If it wasn’t for you i’d be a murderer. You and my sisters are a constant inspiration for me to work harder and believe that one day i will meet a woman who is as intellectual, self respecting, and strong as y’all are. Until then the sad excuses for females that i meet will be a never ending endurance test in preparation for the “one” Autumn if you will, whom i look forward to meeting sooner rather than later, but not right now because i don’t have a car and thus can’t take you on picnics.
4. Hitler: Fuck you, you had nothing to do with this, in fact i think it was Hitler Germany that started pumping out BMW’s in the first place. But still, fuck you, i hope you’re in hell burning for all eternity because you are also a cunt, but not as big of a cunt as the fucks who stole my car.
5. New Bedford Police: Besides the guy who took my initial report who was such a pleasant and polite police officer, the rest of you can go fuck yourselves. My follow up calls have been rudely and discourteously received with, “We’ll call you, don’t call us.” bullshit. I’d call the lot of you cunts, but you may still find my car, in which case you will be redeemed as a whole.
6. GOD: I’m not saying this was you, and i know you do the thing where you teach lessons and do the whole fair thing, but this is getting a little ridiculous. After the whole grandmother thing i was a little pissed off yea, but i think i straightened out pretty well in the last few years. Doing good things for people, being nice to strangers, working hard, etc. And even after the whole charity event thing you still let this happen? I’m so confused! What the fuck does this teach me? I mean you’re the almighty, but a little bit of a sign or explanation would be nice. (Also i’m not swearing at you, God, just swearing, because I’m fucking mad that my car got stolen) But seriously???
Phillip i miss you, more than i’ve missed any girl, video game, LOST episode, rock show, or iPhone app ever. I’m sorry I didn’t get you a car alarm and make sure you were better protected. I promise if you come back to me we’ll be best friends forever and i’ll get you a car alarm and we can go to the car wash every day if you want, but probably not every day just like once a week.
