third of three continued from tuesday

squeaky's a lil car.

i've driven three cars primarily since i started driving, the first was a 1987 toyota corolla, the second was a 1986 ford taurus, and then squeaky, who's a 1992 nissan sentra, so if you know anything at all about cars, you know that there really isn't all that much difference between any of those. they're all lil four cylinder cars, real easy to handle, stuff like that. so anyways, like i was saying this family in my church lent me a truck, and i'm pretty sure all three of those cars i mentioned a minute ago could fit in the bed of this truck i'm driving around.

so tuesday i pick up evan in this beast, it's a blast to drive, so i really dig it, but really i was just relieved to be able to have something to drive around. tuesday i drop evan off at my place before i head back to work, but while i'm there i notice the lil light blinking on my answering machine, so i check it and the message is from the anaheim police department saying that they've recovered my car, and they give me a number to get all the details. by the time i get the message on tuesday though, and get around to the point that i'm able to call, it's pretty close to closing time, so there's not really anything they can do to help me at that point, and as such, not much that i can do til the next morning. anyways, i get all the details and make plans to get it thursday, having evan around was a plus because he was able to help drive.

we head down thursday morning, first to the police station in anaheim to get a signed vehicle release since the car was stolen and then to the wrecker company in orange to actually pick squeaky up. no one's there when we get there, so we gotta wait nearly an hour for the guy to get back, he got lost on the way back from the 7-11 down the street or somesuch, i'd say that's why he's driving a tow truck for a living, but that doesn't make sense, mostly on account of it not being a really good thing for any sort of a person who operates a motor vehicle for a living to get lost, but i digress.

in any case the emotion i suspect i missed out on when i found out the car was gone on saturday seemed to surface when i actually saw it trashed, with the stereo missing and the dashboard somewhat taken apart. normally i'm a whiz with the vocab, but i'm not certain that i could find a better descriptor of my attitude at that point than simply "pissed." i'm trying really hard not to dwell on that.

the fact that i've had to spend near $500 on just getting it back to where it was before it was stolen makes that more than a little difficult.

feeling: vestiges of exasperation
thinking of: buying a shotgun
music: "crooked deep down" derek webb