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Car got stolen
5 months ago
Hush love, here your gown, there's the bed, lanterns down, but I don't want to go to sleep, in all my dreams I drown I knew life was feeling too smooth. Things were going my way for once. Had a few extra dollars and life was looking positive.
Now my car is gone. My wallets gone. My card are gone, and while I didn't lose my switch Xbox or projector, I'm out something way more important.
I lost my Luca. 8years old. I bought it myself. I made every payment on it. With help from others but still I made a majority of the payments. It's only the first day of it being gone but... that was my boy. My car. Every dent, ding, minor crack in the glass, are memories. I lost 8 years of memories. I put so much into that car. I have so much work shit in that car. Now im... bereft.
What am I going to do for work? What am I going to do period?
I hate my life. My first thought was pills and the half bottle of tequila. But what will that do? Make problems for other people is what it will do. Still... tempting, because wtf. Why can't shit go my way for once? I locked my car, my windows were cracked because of heat, but my doors were locked. I was parked under a light, in a decent neighborhood.
Parked at midnight, by 2am it was gone. Cars weren't used. They're locked now. And I'm just... fucking done with life.
Now my car is gone. My wallets gone. My card are gone, and while I didn't lose my switch Xbox or projector, I'm out something way more important.
I lost my Luca. 8years old. I bought it myself. I made every payment on it. With help from others but still I made a majority of the payments. It's only the first day of it being gone but... that was my boy. My car. Every dent, ding, minor crack in the glass, are memories. I lost 8 years of memories. I put so much into that car. I have so much work shit in that car. Now im... bereft.
What am I going to do for work? What am I going to do period?
I hate my life. My first thought was pills and the half bottle of tequila. But what will that do? Make problems for other people is what it will do. Still... tempting, because wtf. Why can't shit go my way for once? I locked my car, my windows were cracked because of heat, but my doors were locked. I was parked under a light, in a decent neighborhood.
Parked at midnight, by 2am it was gone. Cars weren't used. They're locked now. And I'm just... fucking done with life.
I also loved that car. It was my first car. I paid for it after working my tail off for an entire year during the pandemic sixty -- sometimes even seventy -- hours a week. I achieved my ten-year-long goal of escaping from Las Vegas in that car. And now it's gone because four worthless vermin couldn't think of anything better to do and sacrificed it for five minutes of low-IQ gratification.
I'm back on my proverbial feet now -- my insurance paid for the car they destroyed and I'm behind the wheel of a new one. But I haven't recovered emotionally. I can't forget the feeling when I went out at the end of a grueling overnight shift thinking of nothing but going home and going to bed and seeing the empty parking spot, all the extra shit I had to do and endure in between when they stole it and when I got the new one, and God help me, if one of those worthless vermin is ever stupid enough to set foot in the store during one of my shifts again (which is certainly possible, given that they were stupid enough to think destroying some random guy's car and immediately destroying it was a worthwhile use of their time), I don't know if I can trust myself not to do what they did to my car to their heads.
The darkest thoughts I have ever had about anyone or anything in my life were had about those four worthless vermin.
So I absolutely know how you're feeling right now. And I wish there was more I could do about it than wish you all the best.