On the streets of Jersey City, strange things happen. Sirens, gunshots, crazy people yelling at you, Indian dancing festivals, and much much more. But of all the things on the JC Streets, what makes a black 94 Pontiac Grand Prix so attractive to someone? Could it be the bouncing head chiuaua on the dash? yeah man, SEXY. What about the pile of 200 reciepts on the passenger seat? Ooooooh yeah! possibly the non removable stereo containing only a cassette player? How can you resist? I can’t, I’ll tell you that much!
The point is, my car was broken into, and NOTHING was taken! not a damn thing! One of my most valuable posessions, a brown jacket from the 60’s belonging to my grandfather, left untouched in the back seat. My chiuaua on the dash, still has its bouncing head. The fact that I keep my car a complete mess didn’t deter these likely crackheads from busting my passenger side window to get at the sweet sweet gold that lied within my Pontiac Paradise. Wait, apparently there was no gold. or anything for that matter. The only valuables were in the Trunk, a snare drum, and about 15 copies of LA Weekly which I still have not unpacked from my move back several years ago. BUT, you can’t open the trunk from inside the car without a key! they tried with a crobar, but i guess got discouraged. I think they got like 57 cents in change from the console, but they even left a few dimes and nickels!!!! I guess they roll big and just wanted the quarters.
My message to you fucking crackheads is this- At Least go for a likely target. You can see from the untinted window that there is no worth while stereo in my car. and there are snapple bottles all over the back seat floor, stacks of paper everywhere….
“yeah, this guy looks like a BIG roller. Why dont we shatter the window, and rumage through these valuables, hows about it fellow crackhead? Forget that car over there with the Sirius radio and shit, THIS guy with the bouncing head dog…thats where we need to go!”
It was like they did it just to fuck with me. Like if i went through the trouble of breaking a window, risked getting caught, the least i am doing is taking SOMETHING. They left my sunglasses, my Credence Tapes (not really, Lebowski), what the fuck?
The irritating thing is, I can’t go to work because I have to fix this fucker- god knows what will happen if I leave this thing on the streets with a window open. So a days pay has to be spent on fixing it, but i cant work the day!
Aah Jersey City, I guess we’re just getting to know eachother, and this is our first fight. The blissful little period is over where everything is roses and sunshine, and now we’re in the thick of it. Well, my beautiful JC, you have not heard the last of me. The JC KINGS (my motorcycle gang) is going to be all over this one.