A few weeks ago I was in and out of the shop at odd hours packing gear and unpacking gear. I left for a rave that I was doing sound for around 4:00 pm, and everything was normal. I returned from the rave around 8:00 am and there was a trail of wrappers leading from a small unit in the warehouse to the vending machine where the shattered glass from the front was all that was left.
It turns out that the unit was rented out to some useless crackhead for minimum money. This jackass broke into the vending machine and stole all the candy, leaving a trail right to him. Needless to say, he was arrested and evicted.
Fast forward to the now. I just looked out the door and saw the exact same guy hanging out on the dock at the back of the building. THAT IS BALLS! Either that... ...or the crack has totally fucked his mind out of any common sense. The dock is attached to the vending guy's unit and he wasn't at all happy that his machine was destroyed.
I wonder what it's like to go through life that stupid.
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