Andrew Underwood

Smash

Monday night my car got broken into. It was parked along 105th ave to avoid paying the 50 bucks a month to park in my building’s parkade. The police called me at about 2am to tell me this. The stupid thing is that there wasn’t even anything in my car to steal. The only thing that was taken was a small LED flashlight that was in my glove-box. Earlier that night I was walking through Chinatown, a ‘bad’ part of town and I saw two dodgy guys walk into a dark area where cars were parked with a flashlight. I sort of chuckled and says, look at those guys, they are going to break into cars. Karma, kuh kuh karma… Incidents like this inspire a sense of vigilance in me.

Now my car is parked in my Grandad’s parkade, I can’t really drive it anywhere. I’m taking it home to my the ‘rents place next weekend so it can hopefully be repaired with the parts car that was just sold. Going to have to track down the dude who bought it.