Following on the high of winning an award in Adelaide, my happiness is assassinated in one act of pure bastardry. I always park away from others when I frequent car parks. And now it doesn't matter where or how I park, some mongrel is always gonna do this to your beloved ride.
My faith in my fellow man has taken another step down the ladder, and believe me when I say, there aren't many rungs left. I don't care whether it was jealousy or just pure bastard vandalism, had I have seen the purp? He'd be swallowing his own testicles by now.
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