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Tuesday, October 14, 2003
Stella's Ghetto-Fabulous Night in the 'Hood
It was Saturday night, 11pm, when the phone rang and we heard the joyous news, "We found your car." 16 hours after it had been taken, the BR Police Stolen Car Division had tracked Stella down. She was sitting in a bad part of town (near I-10 off Florida Blvd. on Convention St. for those of you from here) with two individuals inside. The very nice officer explained to us that they blocked them in before they had a chance to run.
Apparently Stella was just being taken on a joy ride. We got her back sans a lot of my personal things (my access badge for work, a bunch of CDs, my Scorpion necklace hanging from my rearview mirror, my cell phone and cell phone charger, $15 and all my change, my favorite sunglasses, and, worst of all, my apartment keys). But, she also returned with a few new items - a slew of CDs and a little nugget of pot. (Cops did a real thorough search, eh?) The top was down when she was brought back, and the inside smelled like cigarettes, marijuana and gin & juice (I swear). Apparently they were having a grand 'ole time in my car. The cop said it's unlikely that the person who took it was the person they found in it - that stolen cars usually swap hands many times.
And I'm thinking, 'Huh?' How's that work? "Hey man, take this car for a spin - I just stole it. When you're done havin' fun in it, pass it on to a friend."
It's laughable now - you have to find something to laugh at in this weekend of horrors. These things happen in 3's - and the third was the central a/c breaking in the apartment. No longer able to leave the door open, we've been sweating bullets.
We changed the locks Saturday night, but we still feel very unsafe. I stayed home yesterday to take care of things, get the car cleaned up, and let the apartment maintenance men in and the phone rang. It was obviously a calling card - I let the machine get it. They called back right away - wondering if it was someone I knew, I answered it, and they hung up as soon as I said 'Hello'. Someone trying to see if anyone was home? Very likely.
I no longer fear having the gun in the apartment that Baret bought a few weeks ago - now I'm glad it's there.
Our bad string of luck hasn't ended yet. This morning, JoJo (one of my other kitties) came in with, what appears to be, a broken leg. We're taking him to the vet as soon as we get home from work.
But you have to find the humor in these bad times. Right? Then let me leave you with the list of CDs left in my car by the joyriders:
two 2Pac, two Master P, two rap mixes, High Boyz, Solja Slim...and...Sarah McLaughlin.