I got home from work just past midnight on Tuesday and it was there. The next morning I walked out and it was gone. Later that afternoon some cracked-out jackasses ran out of gas in the middle of the freeway, and an officer of the law in the great state of Washington pulled over to help them. Upon doing so he discovered that in addition to being cracked out and jackasses, they were driving a car that did not belong to them on account of it belongs to us. These exceptionally dimwitted car thieves were scooped up and promptly deposited behind bars where they belong. Our beloved ride now awaits assessment by Geico. One of the windows is broken, the steering column is shot to hell, and everything of obvious monetary value is gone.
Luckily they did not think to take our Anchor Bar key buoy or our vintage Brooklyn Lager bottle opener, or the National Geographic road atlas that we bought when we first moved to New York and have relied on ever since, even if it did tell us there was a shortcut to Yellowstone which actually was more like a dirt trail straight up the side of a mountain and a moose was blocking the road anyway. And, oddly enough, they left our headlamps, which actually seem like they could be useful to a meth head, you know... for doing drugs, at night. Jackasses.
THEY LIVE! (aka Mash Hall) "METH HEADS" from Raindrop Hustla on Vimeo.