Finish work, 9:30, an early night, the sun's been down about half an hour. The jeep, parked beside the restaurant, rear passenger window smashed, stolen, my pair of skates (I was getting rather fond of them), they left the friend's pair, they won't fit me, and some glowsticks on the floor. That's it. $500 damage for well under a hundred dollars worth of stolen goods that probably won't fit...
Fuck, I gotta get out of this town. And everywhere on the ride home, cops issuing tickets, photo-radar, in Calgary this is "Policing" or "Detective Work", the half-wits version of Scotland Yard, anything above and beyond issuing traffic tickets or photo-radar is completely beyond their scope and ability...
...and your income, half of what it was formerly, fuck, I'm lucky to have a job, but the cops, they're working overtime issuing tickets, it's a fucked economy where everybody pays but the snivel servants...