They smashed my windscreen with a hammer.
Found the damage this morning…
Kinda sus the way the cop asked if this is my car
And now this…
You know what, I’m not really bothered…
Mr B is, he’s pretending not to be, but he is…
But the windscreen is worth more than the car…
FUCK this is petty
I’m getting drunk now…
I kinda feel ridiculous this is my life.
I really don’t care about much anymore
Too much of this really does change you.
I’m kinda like a cranky old man, I don’t care what I say to whom anymore
I threw eggs all over their front lawn, I was aiming for their cars but Mr B stopped me and I threw the eggs everywhere else.
I hope they had to clean up the mess.
I came home then Etho my ginger cat went to check out what I had done, he’s home now.
I want to egg the police station next. And wrap it up in toilet paper. And spray paint rude words all over the building.
Mr B is making sure I don’t go anywhere.