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July 6, 2011


At 2am last night, I was awakened by an incoming text message from Dirt.

Was just woke up by burglars.
Naturally, I called him right back. It seems that burglars broke into the cars in his driveway, one of which still houses the then-sleeping Rob, who remains estranged from his wife. A great shock was had by all.

Imagine breaking into a car at 2am and finding a guy sleeping in there. "WHAT THE FUCK YOU SLEEPING IN THE CAR FOR?!" I imagine the burglar saying indignantly, accusingly, like a member of my family might.

It's seldom in life that a 2am phone call brings as much amusement as did this one. Still, you'd think they would have avoided robbing a crackhead. Just out of professional courtesy.

posted by john at 8:39 AM  â€¢  permalink