Tuesday, November 25, 2008



I am so pissed off right now. Yes, this is my second post today! I went out to clean my damn car, the inside at any rate; and I noticed that someone has taken the sticker off my registration receipt. Yes, you heard me right. I am like to think of myself as a responsible brother. Messy, yes, but responsible as hell. So, I try not to do anything last minute, because if I do I will forget to do it all together. So, when it came time to renew my registration sticker I did it immediately. Literally a month a head of time. When the sticker came in the mail I left it in my car, because no one rides in my car but me and my little nephew, at times. That’s it.

Well recently I have been being nice and switching out cars with my niece and little sister. They have sports utility vehicles and it just makes it easier for me when it comes to my mom’s wheel chair. Mainly because I keep my truck so packed full of shit, I don’t want to move it to make room for the chair. I get it…that’s my bad. However, when I let you take possession of my car I expect you to take care of the bitch and not to go rambling through shit and I definitely don’t expect you to steal from me.

You see where I am going with this? Yeah, as I am cleaning out my car, tossing papers and shit, I run across the Registration receipt that they adhered the registration sticker on, but no registration sticker. I sit there and look at it and I am thinking; “I don’t remember putting that on my car.” So, I walk over to the front of my car and sure enough the old sticker is still there (It expires the end of this month). So, I send out a text to little brother, little sister and niece asking if they remember seeing the sticker. I am not make yet, because I am keeping an open mind, as I continue to clean out my fucking car. Eventually I get three texts back saying no, in various ways, but the overall concessions is that no one has seen it. Well, the damn thing didn’t up and fly away, so I sent out this text to all parties.

“Everyone said no, so here is my problem. I have the receipt with no sticker adhered to it. Yall are the only ones that have let drive my car. Please ask your friends because it will cost me another seventy five dollars to replace the damn thing.”

Keep in mind that I don’t curse around my family, not even the little curse word like damn, so I threw that in there to let them know I was pissed off. Low and behold I get a phone call from my niece saying that this girl she use to hang around with might have taken it. Of course, she doesn’t hang around with the bitch any more because she found out that the bitch steals. Yeah, that makes me feel good. “Why is your friend going through my stuff, Stacy. Better yet, why are you allowing her to go through the things in my car?” Of course she has no good answer for me, but she knows that the friend of this friend needed a registration for HER car. What the fuck!

I am so fucking pissed out right now. I can‘t stand to be stolen from! This is why I don‘t allow my family to use my shit and this is why I am reluctant to ask them to house sit when I am out of town. And this is why I no longer host on the Holidays. I can‘t trust their asses to do the right thing. Don‘t get me wrong. I trust my little brother and sister, I already figured that Stacy had something to do with the shit, but they ass well allow the bad element into the fucking equation.
I am hella pissed right not. Just when I am about to pry open my wallet and let loose with the change to get my house professional cleaned, I have to put up with this shit! This is one of the main reasons I am so stand offish to their damn friends and why I hate that they allow them into my mother house.

19 comments:

Acoustic Soul said...

WOW! I've been there. I live a ways away from my of my friends and family.

My aunt once asked me to let her son stay with me, so I obliged. One day I came home and a bunch of my stuff was missing. Never again has any of my family lived with me again!

I hope Stacy does something to rectify this problem. Good luck man!

One Man’s Opinion said...

Thank you, Acoustic Soul. I actually think my check book was in there too, I will find out tomorrow, once my house has been cleaned from top to bottom. For now, there shows to me no ill written checks.

Da Hunni Toya said...

WOW DAM I WOULD OF BEEN PISSED OFF TOO!!

Mark D. Aster said...

Luckily, you only got took for a sticker. When gas was high earlier in the year in my neck of the woods, people were removing license plates, driving to gas stations and stealing gas and then putting the plates back on the original cars.

If these people put half as much effort in legitimate activities as they do the reprobate kind, unemployment would be near zero ...

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Hey Shae! said...

That's tacky as hell. I hope you get your sticker because they are not playing with people when it comes to expired tags, especially around the holidays.

Keith Jones said...

Man the things that have been stolen from me. I feel your pain.

clnmike said...

Now you see thats just damn trifeling right. I would demand satisfaction no one is going to be riding free on me.

Wendy said...

Man, I understand. I can't stand a thief! I think Stacy should at least offer to pitch in if you have to replace that sticker.

UBERMOUTH said...

I would arrest someone!!!

A bit of police brutality would not go amiss. :)

dejanae said...

shit
folk aint got no damn rspect or sense aanymore
id be mad as hell too
she best be forkin that crap over

deonte' k said...

Man thats f'ed up... I would be pissed too!!!... almost to the point that person would have a serious ass whipping waiting for them!

JACK said...

If it's one thing I can't tolerate, it's a thief. I would've reported it, just for posterity's sake .. or whatever

Thoughts of a Southern gal said...

I don't blame you for being pissed. I would be ready to fight.

Sha Boogie said...

Ohhh...damn. I would be beyond pissed. Borderline irate! betta ask sis, to crack open HER wallet, shoooot..

dwashington314@gmail.com said...

Ok, look. I'm not trying to find humour in your dealings with your family, however, you do know what tomorrow is right?

My moms can't cook and all of my friends are gay. That means on Thanksgiving I'll be drunk and dying to sit down with this gourmet ppcorn I was given and read about your family dinner.

Can you live blog it?

Who was the blind date?

How much do YOU tip a hoe?

Ooh chile, so much I wanna know.

YouToldHarpoTaBeatMe said...

MaaaaNNN! I woulda been DISOWNIN' some folks!

If your license plate tab is anything like NC's, your freakin' PLATE NUMBER is on the damn tab.

"I got mine but fool you gotta get your'ns!"

Ieisha said...

Whoever stole from you needs their ass beat. They do know you're a police officer, right????

Drugs.

Funny I am reading this. I had the complete opposite experience. I got pulled over b/c my tag had expired. Blame it on school. I did. Lol.

I digress.

That sucks.

Did I say she needs her ass beat? Well, she does.

Glo said...

I'll handle your light weight for ya babe... and I'll pinch your sis while I'm at.