I know that it is rough out there. I know that housing is hard to find and harder to keep. I know that it was cold those last weeks in March/first weeks in April.
I expected that everything would be taken from my car when I moved to my new apartment, and it was. One day my tapes, the next an old CD player hooked into the car (my fault for leaving it there), and everything but the maintenance manual in the glove compartment. (Thank you for that--we needed it to install a new battery.) And you did leave the tape player and radio and the car itself.
But now I feel truly betrayed. My world has been torn asunder. I am devastated and my soul rests at the bottom of the Bay.
For that week we didn't use the car, one of you, one of you whom I have brought free McD's to when I have gone out, to whom I have given boxes of clothes to that would have gone straight to Goodwill, to those whom I have given cigarettes and exchanged pleasantries at 4:00 AM when tottering back into my apartment in my four-inch heel fetish boots, my mascara pooled bruiselike under my eyes and my body encased in a latex dress with hickeys encircling my neck and a shit-eating grin on my face ("Girl, you look like you done had a GOOD time!" "Hella good, and I'm doin' it again tomorrow!"), one of you not only lived out of my car, but...
...YOU SHIT IN MY CAR!
MY CAR! MY CAR! MY BABY! She came across the country to be with me! She survived accidents, she's made it from Vallejo to South San Francisco in 25 minutes, she's ten years old, and YOU SHIT IN HER!
I admit, that when my girlfriend went to get the car, she discovered that you had tried to clean up the car, but had miserably failed, so we spent quite a bit of time disinfecting the car and cleaning upholstery, because we had to clean up after you trying to clean up after yourself. WHY did you have to shit in an UPHOLSTERED car? Why MY car?
There has been a noticed change in my neck of the woods. I no longer talk to anyone, isolating myself in suspicion of my fellow neighbors. I say I've quit smoking and I don't give anything away anymore. I may be paranoid, but someone knows. Someone knows who shit in my car, and one day I will find out who did.
And then I will tie you to the hood of my car and poop on your head.