This City...

Charm City... You can have it.

I'm moving somewhere where my car isn't going to get broken into every six months. It's a 1991 Honda Civic! A Civic! This time, however, "they" really mangled the interior, stole the stereo, a handful of CDs and who knows what all else.

All I ask is that I be allowed to live my life, contribute to society and be a productive person. And this kind of stuff just keeps happening making me wonder, just WHAT THE HELL must I have done in my past lives to deserve this kind of karma.

Perhaps... Perhaps I'm being taught a lesson in patience and virtue? Nah. That couldn't be it.