I am evidently not a good blogger but okay, whatever.

Here's the story of the week which is stranger than fiction:

In January of 2002 my car was stolen right in front of my apartment. On sunday, I got a call from the Jersey City police that they had recovered it, a year and a half later! On top of that, when I went to the impound to check it out, it was in better condition then when it was taken. Looks like the guy who took it watched The Fast and the Furious one too many times. It has new rims and a racing motor and it's in pristine condition. Can you believe that? Basically I'm going to turn around and sell the thing and get something that is less likely to be lifted, like a Hyundai or something. I've been riding public transportation for a year and half, wondering whtever happened to my little honda and figuring that it had probably been chopped up. Who knew it was about a mile away from my apartment being converted into a ghetto ride?

And to top it off, it now has a super deluxe alarm system that the thief installed. I think that is the funniest thing ever.