Hard Come, Easy Go

So my new radio that I recently blogged about is history.  It was stolen from my car right in my parking lot. And I don’t even live in a bad neighborhood.  At least I thought I didn’t. I think it just reminds us that there are no victimless crimes.  Only victims you don’t meet.  But if a guy screams “who the @#^$ stole my radio!” in the woods does anyone hear him?  I’m not sure but I know he doesn’t hear his radio.  The effed up part is that the face plate of the radio was removable but I thought it was cool in my somewhat busy gated parking structure.  I’ve taken the face plate off in many situations but like with regular accidents, it’s close to home that you have to worry about.

I spent 5 years rockin’ with my stock radio with no CD, tape or MP3 player and my 6 presets.  I finally upgrade a hair just so I can listen to Estelle with no fuzziness and not a month later I get jacked.  Maybe the secret to safety is not having anything but I hardly think driving a Saturn Ion, with automatic nothing is flossing. People always rob other people on their level.  How many times do you think a Kennedy’s radio been jacked in the last 10 years?  If you’re “‘bout it”, why not go after some real cake?  Robin Hood was a dying breed.  And worst of all they took my mp3 player with Lily Allen on it and over a hundred of my comedy shows.  So if you hear a car jacker doing my routine, call the cops pronto.

I had a 2GB flash drive in my car that they didn’t notice so a big middle finger and a hardy “nah nah nah nah nah” to the thieves on that one.  Here’s the kicker, my original Saturn radio was in the trunk and they didn’t take it (what a slap in the face).  So I have the option of plugging that baby back in.  Like my new radio was a $200 audio vacation and now I’m back home to the static I’m used to.  I guess my new radio was a nice place to visit but apparently I can’t live there.