The Car Break IN's

Earlier in the year while I was staying in Ridgecrest, I made the request by sending an email to myself that my car not be broke into. It was ignored. There were scratch marks on the doors, and it continued to happen.

One day while I was grocery shopping, I left my cell phone in the car, the windows rolled down. I come bcak. There's a small piece of tree on the screen of my cell phone. Just there. I sent a TXT-message similar to, "Joel-Jack." I received back, Randy's number, "CAll Ended." Most people (probably the sane ones) would thin kthat the wind had blown the seed? Is it a little seed? I don't know into the car. NO. He put it there.

The other day, recently, I walked out, same shopping center, to find my car unlocked. I can't rmeember if I locked it. Did I? I think I did. I always do.

One of the worst cases, when I was paying attention in Ridgecrest to everything. My grandmother asked me to buy food or gas? That part I can't recall, but I left the receipt in the front of the car with the car locked. Walk out to get it. I'ts gone. Magically appears later. My grandmtoher didn't believe me. That someone would take the receipt and then put it back. It's a dumb idea, who would do that? I wouldn't believe it except I knew my car was being broke into and nothing being stolen. I was collecting the receipts because they were being tampered with. NOrmally, I'd never give a shit about that either.

In the end, I never cared. Why? Nothing was ever stolen. Nothing will be stolen because there's nothing to steal. I worry mostly about my laptop but figure they have vested interest in keeping it healthy until the day they decide to change their mind. Since they come into the house, well, I couldn't stop that either short of sleeping and eating with it. Cuddling it. Never letting it out of my sight. I tried this with one notebook. It didn't work. Did it? NO. Denny's. They got ahold of it.

If someone breaks into your car to frighten you, the best thing you can do is not to be frightened. Or to give up idea of ownership over the car. It's just a car. I don't even like it anymore. I'm not sad over it. I'm sad over other things. If they burned it out in the front yard, I wouldn't care. My parents or my grandmother would care more. IF they burned my Duramax, I would have cared more. IN that way, I'm glad I don't own it. OF course, If I still had it, I'd be better--

At chasing down Jack.

Dee.