Some total fuckwad punched in my car window last night and stole my friend's purse while we were at Transmission at Club Jager. Driving around in February with no front passenger window sucks ass, but that's nothing compared to the 2+ years of writing and poetry that my friend had in a journal that was also lost with her purse. The purse didn't actually hold any money, credit cards, or other items of significant monetary value in it, but that journal was literally priceless to her.
I'm pissed to say the least.
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