So I talked with my mom in Anchorage, and she says that someone broke into her apartment and took her computer charger again. That’s right, again. Now, if you steal from a woman who is over ten grand in debt, has a car from the 80s, and can barely hold a steady job because of her health, I’d want to kill you if you did it a third time.

When I lived in Seattle, someone came into the house I was staying in and turned on the stove. It was left red hot the entire day. I told the people I was living with that it wasn’t me and of course they didn’t believe me. Missing telescope equipment, not me. When I lived North of Seattle someone managed to disengage my car’s parking brake and the damn thing rolled down the driveway and smashed into the neighbor’s tree. It caused the car’s window to shatter. The neighbors assumed it was me, but I said it wasn’t. Guess what, they didn’t believe me. When I said that someone drugged me at a coffee shop and I started acting weird and yelling in the U-District, no one believed me. (So, what the fuck if I dropout of school and toss change around UW. Fuck you people.) When my mom says that her computer’s charger and her bedroom clock radio was unplugged next to her window, I’m assuming that that is the absolute truth.