It's like driving through 1975, but with rap music!
Ah, Fairborn.
So last night I left the windows of my car open figuring I'd be going out for dinner or something later.
This morning Noelle calls me and asks if I did anything with her parking pass. I told her I put it in the middle console where I always put CDs. She asked if I had any CDs in there, and I told her there should be a few that she hadn't taken out when she was taking CDs out to burn a mix-disc for her friend the other day.
Apparently someone last night reached into my car, and stole the following CDs and noelle's UD parking pass (but not my WSU parking pass, which was in plain sight on the rearview mirror):
Braid - Killing a Camera (the only one that wasn't a burned disc)
Mono - You Are There
65dayofstatic - One Time for All Time
Eastern Youth - 2 Albums I don't know the name of
City of Caterpillar - Self Titled
(and maybe a few others in the same genre[s])
Those little bastards are in for quite a surprise when they realize
nothing they stole is of any value and they are going to be confused as hell listening to it.
My money is that it was done by neighborhood young teenage white kids. Not only because I'm very agist/racist against teenage white kids, but because someone spray painted "FUCK OFF" in black spray paint on
the blacktop of our parking lot! Oh, how hardass, writing something where people can only see it when the light is shining at just the right angle...
I can't wait to move to Dayton, where the people who steal are well versed enough in the art to only take things that are worth any money or have value to them.