My car: The city found it about a month after it went missing. A cop arrived at my work and explained to me that two suspects had stolen it and taken it around the city, holding up gas stations and convenience stores.
The other night we walked the couple blocks back from the Ex show all drunk and I passed out (and had to call in to work the next day). A couple hours after, according to the cop who came to my door at 6 AM, the neighbors across the street were attacked and pistol-whipped and death-threatened by a couple dudes in a car which had been stolen 3 days prior. They'd been making their way around the city in it, beating and whipping and stealing from people all over town nonstop. 3 days, and the cops couldn't turn this vehicle up? It wasn't in the news, and I know that shit happens constantly in town. No clue if they ever caught them. At first, I was a bit frightened in the "that could have been me" and "Jesus, in the street right in front of my house" sort of way, and then I was like, "well shit, they've been driving all the fuck over town and this was random so I'm all good yay." M'waukee.
I know I've mentioned this before, but the night Plastic Letters played Milwaukee, they'd played the Chicago suburbs with you guys (Busy Signals) the night prior. Derek was telling me 'n Crowbar how the crowd of suburban manic-panic teens were completely uninterested in Busy Signals, but went shit-nutz for Plastic Letters and treated them like "rock stars." When they were playing, me 'n Crowbar woah-oh'd as loud as we could "along" to each song right in front of Derek while making retard faces until he started throwing bottles of beer at us. RIP, D.
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