this morning #945.

this morning, my car was found in the parking lot of the middle school one town over. i hadn’t even known it was gone. i’d left it at the airport two days ago to go take care of business back in boston and, based on the pics my buddy on the force sent me, it’s been through a hell of a lot in the time i’ve been away. from what i can tell, nothing’s missing. not even the radio. when i left, it was clean. now it’s filled with junk. an unsettling amount of wendy’s wrappers covered the backseat floors. a pile of porn mags adorned the passenger seat. they’d taken my baby for some strange ride. i obviously couldn’t tell if they left a smell behind but i assume, from what i saw, it was a mix of fast food, alcohol & sex.