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Apr. 24th, 2003 | 01:14 am

When you mix beer, and lemonade what you get is neither bitter, nor sour.

On tuesday I ran into a guy who used to work at Pizza Schmizza when there was only one location verses the one they open a month nowdays. I said hey aren't you the guy who drove me all over town looking for my bike when it got stolen from in front of the store. He said hey that was you? I found your bike.

So apparently even though I filled out a police report, and they arrested the guy who stole it on the same day the police never contacted me to let me know they had my bike. They probably already had it in their possession by the time they got around to taking my report. I think it was six months before I had a bike again. I think that was 10 years ago now. I'm sure they would rather give me attitude than try to give my bike back to me. I bet they sold it at auction years ago. It's my fucking bike, and I want it back.

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from: teknotus
date: Apr. 29th, 2003 05:36 pm (UTC)

I was going to call the police, and find out why the bastards didn't call me, but I guess I'm too lazy to care.

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