We started the day with the joyful news that Jay's car had been broken into yet again. Same thing -- busted through the window and pulled out the sound and navigational system, leaving behind a trail of broken glass and frustrated owners for the second time in less than 6 months. No alarm. No respect. On days like this, I hate the human race.
I want to go back to the joyful recollections of our summer, but I can't get there yet. I'm still too wound up. I promise more memories later.
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This is Jay. May blog entry would not have been this polite and would have had a number of f***-based adjectives throughout. Apparently we live in the hood.
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