I think I'm Cursed, More nightmares with the Yelli Celi Options

[Coomer]

Just when my car was about to the point where I could sell it, I came out to find my window broken out, all my CDs gone, and my $3,000 company laptop gone.

I was only home for 20 minutes or so too. I got out of class, came home to grab some files from my computer, armed the car, came back outside to the car 20 minutes later, unlocked it only to hear the alarm chirp four times instead of twice, indicating the alarm went off. So I walked over to the other side of the car, found a busted window, no CDs, and no laptop. I must've not heard the alarm because I was up at the house(150 feet or so away), and I was in my basement with my music blasting.

So now it's gonna be another couple hundred dollars that I don't have to get this fixed. Plus insurance won't cover anything(because my parents don't care what happens to me.) I'm out 70 CDs or so, and I have no more company laptop. Who knows how they'll react to that at work.

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[Coomer]

Yeah, seriously. Everyone I know knows I could never be into drugs because I'd rather spend my money and time on my car. Everyone except my parents.

I always tell my parents that instead of doing drugs like most of the people in Yakima, I work on my cars and actually do something with my life. Instead of drinking at parties, I hang out in parking lots talking with car people. Instead of buying cocaine downtown, I'm buying car parts on eBay. Instead of growing weed in my basement, I'm building parts for my car in my basement. But they just don't understand. Neither do the cops in Yakima.

I've written essays and papers and even gave a speech about my views on Yakima and its drug problems and police problems, but it gets me nowhere.

At least I feel better knowing myself that I'm not on drugs and knowing that I'm going somewhere. And I'm beginning to not care about what my parents have to say anymore.

This post has been edited by Coomer: Sep 29, 2004 - 6:23 PM