Simmering with rage

My truck was stolen last night. Right out from my own driveway. I had to sweep up the glass, all that I have left of it, earlier and throw it away. I'm out the full value, into the trash, as I did not have comprehensive coverage on the vehicle. Not that I think it would have really mattered though, the depreciated value would have made me pay more for the insurance than what I would have got for the vehicle.
In a sick way, I came out on top regarding that.

The truck meant a lot to me. It was mine. It was paid off. It went with me everywhere and, on some occasions, took care of me and kept me warm. My first dates with my wife were in that vehicle. It's still kind of hard to fully grasp its loss as I keep tumbling through the different stages of grief/acceptance.

It had my Last Exile figurine.

Anger is one I keep coming back too though. It makes me want to go all Pierce Bronson on the public until I get the vehicle back. Though I know that is not going to happen. However the "price" that was paid was that I used to have a sense of civic duty before this in the sense that I will not take part of "white flight" and leave this neighborhood to let it be that much less without me, whatever value that is.

But within almost exactly a year, I've had one wheel stolen from the Malibu, my brother and friend mugged, and my truck wholesale stolen. This strains my sense of civic duty. I can't go outside without feeling like I might get mugged... or come back to my house vandalized.

So, we will move. Queue "Mars Bringer of War".

Kudos if you catch the reference.

I've ignored the signs long enough.

At least the cops came within 5 minutes of making the report. They should have an easy time finding a '93 blue Chevy Silverado.

It's a veritable diamond in the rough.