“when the weather gets nice like this, crime goes crazy.” that’s what the cop said to me after he looked at where my gutter used to be.
seriously, 1:31am i am awoken by the sound of keys, footsteps, a strange cell phone beep, and metal hitting the ground.
i grab my bat (yes, i keep a bat in my bedroom for just this occasion) and run downstairs shoeless and glasses-free. just in enough time to see a grown-ass man using a crowbar to pull off my 100-year-old gutter.
cops said it is about $3 worth of metal. i wonder how much it will cost me to replace. probably more than $3.
and i was in such a good mood because the weather was nice.
