theivin'

have you ever seen your family home under attack?
its strange to have all the articles of your family's history sorted through, taken, and broken...actually strange isn't the word ~ its surreal.
remembering the car that so often drove you to the ski hill, the car that your dad took so much care in, the only car you didn't crash...but i digress...

the police called asking if my dad new all the people who were driving his car, seems like the theives had stolen gas and the police were calling to question my dad. one simple questions - "do you know where your car is?" - "ummm no...it was stolen remember?" - "oh oopps sorry - doesn't seem to be on the system"... so out the theives are joy riding around (in my mind) with all the articles from my parents home (including - and not limited to- several pairs of my father's dirty underware ??!!) in the car. the police? oh they forgot to put it on the system...ahem.

day 10: police call AGAIN "do you know who has been driving your car sir?" - "ummm no...it was stolen remember?" - "oh seems they stole some more gas"...ok - so now in my mind the theives are joyriding around without the awareness of the police - having a great time stealing gas with all the heirlooms in my parent's life histories and the police cant even remember to put it on the system...

fasinating really....in sum, were planning a stake out tommorow night.... strange and wonderful the dream of being a theif in this city - seems you can steal a car - drive it around - steal gas and never get caught - may be my new mode of transportation...