grindmonkeh

Sunday morning started hectically with a phone call at about 6-7am from Billy, a long-time friend of mine that I rarely see anymore. Billy informed me that the police were looking for my brother, because his truck had been found totaled with blood on the interior.

Long story short - I was on the phone all morning with the police, my dad, and my brother's girlfriend. Marc was at work in fine health and shocked at the news of his wayward truck. He had stayed at his girlfriend's house on Saturday night and was driving his Bronco. Someone stole his (relatively) new Dodge truck out of his driveway and was reportedly driving it 80 mph around the neighborhood before running the stop sign at a t-junction, barreling through the adjacent parking lot, and driving completely through a counseling center building. It looks like someone built a (drive-thru) garage on one end of it. As I mentioned, the truck is totaled and whoever did it is hurt. (That's a bit satisfying. Leaking Thief...could be a band name.)

I'm expecting to read about it on the front page of our daily rag when I get home. I could have a collection of newspaper clippings concerning my brother and his vehicles if only I had kept them. My brother has the epitome of shit-luck...especially when it concerns vehicles.