Burgled

Sigh.

Grow up in murder capital of america. bars on windows. attack dogs. chain link fences. dangerous to even LOOK at the neighborhood crime report. once the neighbor steals brother's big wheel. mother marches, indignant across street, and asks neighbor if there is something he'd like to talk about, when he plays dumb she takes the big wheel out from under him. someone stole dad's bike off the porch one day when he came home for lunch.

move to huppie vortex, so nice, property values holding strong if free falling real estate market. world famous university. perfect climate. park, library, grass-fed, organiz, local beef, organic coffee shop with cute pastries, and macbooks suckling on the free wi-fi and mass transit all within a few short blocks.

burgled.

fuckers.

p.s. shut up. yes, i *know* it is burglarized. *I* went to law school. Even took more criminal law than was required. And somehow still have professor whitebread's crim lectures on my iPod. o wait. No iPod.