crime stoppers

oh what joy! ive acquired keys to a wonderful new car. gone are the days of being hit on by the unemployed, toothless male population on morning commute. no longer must i face the frightening shadows of toronto public transportation. i can finally bring along a morning snack without the fear of catching hepatitis.

life. is. good.

unfortunately, the same toothless gentlemen who ask me out on the bus, roam the parking lot where said car sleeps at night. with im sure NO post-crime crocodile tears, they shattered the passenger side window last night, leaving behind everything but the GPS and their DNA. not that it matters anyhow. as intelligent as you may think i am (which is pretty intelligent), i dont own a crime scene kit or possess any crime scene processing qualifications. (at least not accredited ones)