I went to the junkyard today to look for a new triangular door window -- the same junkyard I went to last time that same window was broken by some other person cruelly roaming our cruel world. Except that first person didn't steal anything so I guess it was probably an accident. This time the person did steal something -- the stereo that I just put in a few months ago and the handful of change from the little well between the seats. I was stupid to have not detached the detachable face. The new, happily even-nicer radio I immediately got as a replacement beeps for a few seconds if I turn the car off without removing the face. 'Cause I can be dumb like that. I hate how every "lesson" that "life" "teaches" me is about how things are crappy and how I have to really pay attention to the crappiness.

     So I went to the junkyard today and walked around looking for a '94 Ford Escort. I looked in almost all of the cars, looking for things left by their owners; I even sat in some of them and imagined like I was friends with the owners, driving to the video store or the beach. The little compacts and hatchbacks are best for that. Of course many cars have deployed airbags or windshields clearly smashed by people's heads.

     I found the window I needed, $10.


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