get free or die tryin'.

he cut the cords from all my appliances. for copper wire.
he broke some shit for shits and giggles, including my virgen de guadalupe.
the worst part: he slashed my black madonna & child painting.
i would be more upset if his simple ass hadn’t been caught. apparently he came back to do more damage and my uncle & his homie, who were there to move some of my vinyl out, caught him.
my uncle said “i punched him twice, but only cuz he lied about still having what he stole in his car.”
i secretly wish my uncle had beaten the brakes off that ass.
whatever.
the repairs needed may not be possible. that’s yet to be determined.
i’m just pissed.
the painting was a one of a kind, painted by a haitian man who’s been dead for a minute. and i loved it. it was the beginning of my black madonna collection.
fucker.
i hope he gets scabies.