My innocence has been shattered. I got a phone call from security today saying my car had been broken into. At first I thought I was being Punk’d, but since I’m not a celebrity that seemed unlikely.
I went outside the building to see how bad the damage was. The driver side window had been broken. Glass was everywhere. My radio was missing. My cedar tree air freshener was gone.
The best part is the burglar left his DNA in the car. Not that kind of DNA, you pervert! It was blood. Now that I think about it, I might should have checked for the other kind of DNA, too.
After waiting for a couple of hours, the police arrived. He took my report, but it’s not really cost-effective to run DNA on every suspect. So about the best I can do is hope the guy’s cut gets infected, and they have to amputate his hands or something.

