88 - They sure messed up my house. joneworlds@mailbox.org Someone must have been partying in my unit while I was away, because the place is pretty wrecked up. The walls are all spray painted and gouged, lots of dirt, bottles, cans, puke and garbage everywhere. And most of the furniture or stuff I still had in there is gone or broken. So I got some cleaning up to do for sure, but I'm still mostly good. I even found some old clothes of mine which is great because I'm sure tired of this stupid brown gown. And one of my spoons is even still glued to the ceiling. But my whole collection of fake christmas trees and boxes got taken too. Who does that? Whatever. A little more trouble is this Ford Bronco what got left out in front. Someone already took all the wheels off, there's no glass, and it's got a broken axle, so it's not like we can just pull it away real easy. There's some dwarfs that now live a few doors up who told me they'd come by to strip it down and take it off my hands. So I'm out there waiting around for them, and of course the centaur patrollers swing by with their hats and badges and such. And they're giving me a hard time about how I got to get rid of this wreck, it's unsafe, where's the ownership papers, it's ugly, blah blah. Like I'm somehow ruining their perfect little block or whatever. Guess they got to hassle me about something. Finally the dwarfs come by. They shoulder past the centaurs to get to the truck, which pisses off the centaurs even more. Now they're cussing at me, and cussing even more at the dwarfs, but they're already at work cutting it up. Those centaurs can get as mad as they want, but dwarfs never give a crap.