Hey big brother,
Hey sorry about that last message. It was really harsh and I feel like a real ass. I do have a good story for you though. Karma's a bitch! Our house was broken into by a cat burgaler. He took a grip of our stuff, gabbed my keys, put it all in my car and then drove it away. So, that sucked. They found the car yesterday morning and there were four crack dealers in it. there was puke all over the seats and crack everywhere. Anyway I'll fill you in after I go look at the car. I love you John. can't wait to see you on thanksgiving.
See you soon,
I talked to him on the phone, and it's at least as bad as it sounds. He had half of his shit in his car, because he lives on the go these days, and so they got all of that shit, plus his new navy pea coat, all of the roommies leather jackets, their stereo stuff, my brother's new base amp, etc. And no, the cat burglar was not one of the crackheads. They(the burglar) are apparently quite good, and have hit >14 houses in my brother's neighborhood so far. They do shit like steal wallets from people's pants pockets next to their bed while they sleep. The police have not yet apprehended the burglar. The crack dealers had over a QUARTER POUND of crack in his car, and although apparently all of his shit is gone from the car, his trunk, which was empty previously, is packed with stuff. I'll have to call him tonight to find out what 'stuff' means. He didn't know yet. Apparently the cops were like "but you have a bunch of other shit in your trunk now, so that's pretty cool." (literally) and Colin's thinking, "Um, yeah, a slightly puke stained Oakland Raiders jacket or some shit is totally going to make up for my pea coat and CD collection..."