A few months ago while I was at work, I was robbed. Someone stole the catalytic converter off the bottom of my car (part of the exhaust). Apparently, you can recycle the little buggers for about 60-70 dollars. Who knew? Not me, cause I probably would have turned it in myself for weed money, even if it did make my car sound like an incredibly irate woolly mammoth.
A couple weeks ago, some one stole my whole car. Ironically, I was at work that day telling everyone how this new trolley station I went to was so much safer and secure.
I miss the trolley. I miss the people that were weird and ignored me, but somehow not as much as the people who were weird and engaged me. Now, I'm assuming this is like the whole "I miss being in a relationship" thing, where you focus on the happy times, and forget about the times when your girlfriend was a drunk idiot, or when a punk 17 year old tries to fight a middle aged woman. But dammit I miss it.
I took the bus a few times, but that sucked.
Those people are losers.
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"I took the bus a few times, but that sucked.
Those people are losers."
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