Sad, sad, terrible news everyone.

My Bike my beautiful blue bike, that I saved up for, was stolen right out of my parents garage.  My dad of course called the pigs (police) and when the pig got here he decided to yell at me because I was not in the best mood.

He (the pig) lied right to my face and told me that they found bikes all the time. I know the odds of them ever finding my bike. 0 % I swear I fucking hate cops, they think they are so fucking superior.  Coming into my house and asking me if I ever rode my bike, what kinda stupid fucking question is that?  So I don’t recall off the top of my head how many gears the bike had, or how big the tires were. I didn’t pay attention to that, I just rode the damn thing. Fucking asshole cop.

So it’s gone, never to return. My dad says he will buy me another, but it’s too expensive for them to just buy. I had to save up for it myself, so I know they can’t afford it.