Missing: My Stereo

Let me say this about stealing a guy's car stereo: You gotta be a real son of a bitch to steal a guy's car stereo.

But that's exactly what happened to me this morning.

As I walked out my place for work this morning, I noticed a couple guys standing around my car, a black Toyota Celica.

I thought, "Oh how nice. They're admiring Raam Lightening."

"This your car, man?" one guy asked.

"Sure is," I responded. "Keep your dirty paws off her."

As I approached the car, I realized what they were looking at, and it wasn't the the naked girl on the mudflaps.

The passenger window was shattered. My stereo had been yanked, and it was clear that the thieves' screwdriver had done a number carving up the center console.

What pisses me off is how much destruction was done just for a measly CD player. I would've gladly given the thief the stereo if it had saved me all of the hassle and money of reparing the car. Hell, I would've taken it out myself.

It seems like there are far easier ways to make a buck than breaking into a guy's car.

Hell, hold me up, or cut the chain off my bike. But smashing a car's window and tearing up the interior just for a cheap stereo seems vindicative, or, dare I said, inconsiderate.

A lousy stereo! It couldn't have cost more than 50 bucks.

Now if the thief had broken into my house and stolen my TV, laptop and fake plants, maybe I'd be a bit more understanding. I'd think, "Oh, this poor fellow must be trying to send his kid to Middlebury."

But a lousy stereo? Well, I hope the bastard is enjoying my $50 stereo, as well as my 9-CD audiobook of Bill Clinton's My Life and my Best of Patsy Cline album.

(Just kidding. I don't like Bill Clinton.)

It was also startling to see what he left behind: a checkbook, a Cure CD and my Patsy Cline fan club membership card.

This is, unfortunatly, the second time that my car's been broken into. The first time, a bunch of CDs that included Dave Matthews and showtunes were stolen. Maybe having you car burglarized every few years is a good way to purge your bad musical tastes.