whats mine is yours

7:30am Monday morning I hear "boomboom" on my front door.. followed by "Ashli, get down here! You're car was broken into!" wonderful. Walked outside with one eye open to find a man I didn't recognize standing by my car.. Jimmy. He looks different through one eye. I think I forget how much I love my car until I see it with a missing passenger window. The feeling you get in your stomach when you peek inside your car to see your pretty deck you loved so much, gone... I repeat to myself, no need in being upset.. there's nothing you can do at this point except fix it. NO matter how mad/sad I get, my window will still be broken and my deck will still be gone. Nevertheless, it sucks. So now I drive a Prius for $25 a day and will be driving it for a week because my car is staying a week at Murray's Collision. From this I will have a new dash (with a missing deck because insurance does not cover of course), new passenger and drivers side door, and a window again. My deck is probably sitting in a dumpster right now being rained on because the bastards that stole it realized theres a password required for it, so it's useless to them. I feel like we never had a proper goodbye.