Let it Out Indianapolis

Seriously, Crackheads

As if the 9am Sunday morning cop drama in front of my house wasn't enough today, my faith in humanity/Fountain Square was able to drop a little lower still. The shenanigans to which I woke up included 6 squad cars, a paddy-wagon, a butcher knife and two hot skanks trying to kill each other in the street. And that's awesome, of course, but nothing out of the ordinary really. Some people read the paper and have their coffee Sunday morning... I sit on my porch. But what really tears it for me today is getting in my car to go return some videos, and of course someone has gotten into it last night (I just leave it unlocked and don't keep anything of value in there, cuz reorganizing your glovebox is easier and cheaper than replacing a broken window.) At least there was nothing of value in there to me... they took my pennies! Friggin' pennies! But not even all of them! There were probably like 25 pennies in the console, and they took about 20! What the hell?! Ok, obviously you're a crackhead, because a dumb teenager is looking for stereo equipment or something of resale value, they don't care about pennies. My question is, "Crackhead, why didn't you take all the pennies?" You obviously need them more than me, but if you need 19 pennies, couldn't you use 25 pennies? Is $.19 the going rate for a hit of crack, and you didn't want to take more than you need? Is there a "Crackhead Code of Honor"? If you had taken all of them, you could possibly get the clerk at the Marathon to trade you for a shiny quarter. Then it's only four more cars you need to hit in order to make enough for bus fare to go see your Baby-Mama in Beech Grove for the second time this year... "Merry Christmas, little Toby, I'll see you when I see you..." Or more likely, you'll take the bus to the Eastside and try to score some crack... Unless of course, Baby-Mama is your dealer, then you know..... two birds, one dollar-twenty-five. On a side note, I realized something this morning while sipping my coffee and enjoying the show... I'm glad I never called that chick after she gave me her number... otherwise it might be me she was coming after with a butcher knife, instead of her hot cousin..... Swish!