(Disclaimer: Frustrated rant about personal stuff. Feel free to ignore me...)
Although the theft and redistribution of cars and parts may seem like the glamorous career of choice, using your parent's money to finance the requisite mechanical education at the local community college, as well as fronting your side-job drug trafficking entrepreneurship out of the home they provide for you, is never a good idea. If, that is, you have even a remote inkling of good sense, not to mention self-respect, left in your drug-addled brain.
Oh, and when the cops come crashing through your apartment door, an apartment that your parents are (again) paying for, I might add, it is also never, and I mean NEVER, a good idea to let your girlfriend jump out the window. Never. Especially when you live on the second floor. And, you know, she is baked. Especially if she is baked. AND desperate to avoid another stint at the county jail.
C'mon. At least save yourself some hassle and make her smuggle out the drug paraphernalia on the way down, you know?
Oh well, there's always next time.
That is all I have to say about that.
