dear crackhead,

sigh.

really? again? four days later? did you really think that suddenly, after repeated break-ins that i would think, “oh, now it’s safe to put expensive things back in my car” and i would leave my stash of gold ingots in there? just after you broke into it this past weekend?

sure, i know what you’re trying to do. you’re trying to get into the trunk. yet every time you break in, you can see that there’s NO WAY FOR YOU TO GET INTO THE TRUNK. i’ve disabled that lever. why? because of fuckers like you. no, the hood release doesn’t help you, either.

and i suppose out of frustration and out of spite, you took my cell phone and ipod car chargers that you left last time. but you instead left a wall cell phone charger to an entirely different phone? i’m not sure whether that’s a present to try and make me feel better, or what? it’s not really working.

oh, and thanks for stealing my cassette adapter. so now i can’t listen to my ipod anymore.

thanks,
the owner of the green miata