as you know i rep NS in Southeast Asia. this means my skis dont live with me. anyway, today my dad was back at my house in Idaho and was going to take my skis in to get them waxed and he couldnt find them. oh he found my 05 T-Halls and my tiny ass Scratches but my favorite goddamn skis were gone. now no one knows the code to my garage (keypad thing) save for one guy. i know hes partied in it before and i tell him to go clean up on tuesday cuz my dad doesnt wanna clean it up. he goes and finds that cups have been taped over the lightswitches and a pong game with water in the cups had been set up. there were also a lot of dried leaves on the ground. weird cuz hes the only one who can get in. also this week a few of my friends have expressed interest in borrowing my skis for the season. who the fuck am i supposed to trust anymore?
i dunno, im just pissed and i wish i could say it was karma but i really havent done anything wrong lately and for fucks sake when you take my favorite skis its like youre stabbing my soul.
ski thieves are worthless pieces of shit.
You guys are straight hattin on me because i hit a guy with my car? You guys are cool...