Life in the Clem I don't know what they were looking for, But they passed on my books, Passed on my music, my pens and my paper And dove into my glove box and into my center console And found napkins, pictures of my wife and my daughter And yes, more pens!!!!! This must have been truly disappointing, no valuables to speak of, no even any good music to steal. But he did teach me one thing about life, liberty and thievery... If you steal someone else's money: cash...change...whatever The pennies just aren't worth it, so put them back from whence they came (p.s. I hope the son-of-bitch was about 4 cents short for whatever he needed)
A strange thing occurred today...
Time skipped a beat,
The world missed a rotation,
And someone broke into my car.
Rifled through my stuff.
Monday, July 16, 2007
4 Cents Short (You Bastard)
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rent Following, by the guy that directed Memento.
"It's like a diary. They hide it. But actually they want someone to see it. That's what I do. See their display. Flip sides of the same coin. This way they know that someone's seen it. That's what it's all about-- interrupting someone's life, making them see all the things they took for granted. Like when they go back and buy all this stuff from the shelves with the insurance money, they'll have to think for the first time in a long time... why they wanted all this stuff, what it's for. You take it away, and you show them what they had."
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