My brother-in-law, my former Indentured Servant, lives in a not great/not bad neighborhood. To say he lacks direction and ambition is putting it mildly.
But he has a job. He pays his bills...we assume. His apartment smells like a dirty ashtray left in the restroom I was once in at a gas station in Hollywood, but he vacuums before we come over. He hides anything illegal. He has an unhealthy addiction to World of Warcraft, and his best friend is a guy he's never met in person who lives in England.
He doesn't have anything of value outside of his computer...and the car we gave him a year ago.
We were getting a new car. He needed a car. Our old car was worth $500 on a good day. Being we don't give him money--ever--giving him the car fit within our parameters of "helping him out."
But apparently, last week his car was stolen. By the girlfriend of a friend who crashed at his place for a couple of nights. She had access to his spare keys.
He didn't know who she was, really, but she had apparently used his computer and left all kinds of information about herself in his web browser history. The car was recovered, and of course, impounded.
The Jesus of Cheese drove him over to get it un-impounded. I don't know if it was any the worse for wear, but with that car it would be hard to tell.
Now let me say again: Why the fuck would anyone want to steal a 1996 Ford Contour?
I don't think I want to know the real answer.
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