Beer & BBQ

It would seem that my local gang of teenage hoodlums has been following my blog. They must have read my account of my lil truck getting rifled through, and took offense at my sarcasm about nothing being worth stealing.

They returned, and liberated my uncool sunglasses, and an ice scrapper in retaliation. I wonder what the street value of a 4 year old pink plastic ice scrapper is?

Now the only things that are left are a cheap tire gauge, and an ink pen that may or may not work. I'd better watch my step or I'll be loosing those in the next week or two.