Last night was awesome, meeting up with folks that I graduated with 22 years ago. We wandered around the casino, then met up with everyone. Dinner found me surrounded by folks screaming for Mizzou. It was crazy.
Back at home, I stayed up late to watch SNL, even though I fell asleep 20 minutes before it was over. Whatever. I'm old.
So this morning, we planned to head out to Dad's to detail the vehicles. I got into my hot little car, whistling a happy tune; and then I shouted the loudest, filthiest word known to man. No, you haven't heard this word before. It's new. It's new, and 12 syllables and it's ugly. I screamed that word and wondered what happened to my radio.
Just wires where the stereo used to be. I cried. I literally cried. We have another stereo that we can put in, but I've been violated. In this little town. In my driveway. You robbed me. You will be punished.
I'm not sure when. I'm not sure how. I WILL, however, kick your ass at some point in the future.
Kevin has a stereo that he has installed, so I don't shoot myself on the way to work tomorrow. I have tunes, so it's good. I just have to plot the death of the moron who did this. Probably the same jackass who swam in the water tower.