'My Corduroyed Life' - Mark A's Journal

6th December, 2005. 8:24 pm. Where Is The Justice?

My car turned up.

As predicted, it was a burnt out mess in the middle of piss nowhere. Joyriding scum. They will, of course, never be caught. I feel no guilt in saying that I wish they'd crashed it and killed themselves in it instead.

So I am sorting out insurance and everything. As it needs to be picked up, I'll need to claim on the insurance and lose my 5 years no claims bonus. As the car was worth peanuts and because you have compulsary excess, I will get a couple of hundred quid at best which won't fund a replacement.

So the way I see it is that through no fault of my own I am carless and financially fucked 'cos some fucking scally thought it'd be cool to take a ride in an old car for an hour or so and then burn it. I will also spend less time with my man, and have to struggle to do things that were easy when I had a car. The cunt(s) who stole my car broke the law, made someone they didn't know miserable, and will have no repercussions. I can see no justice in this.

I wish terminal illness on the cunt(s) whole stole it. And I mean it. And I don't feel bad about it either.

Current mood:

angry.

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