he didnt take shit. this wasnt a burglar. Burglars dont go in peoples attics fumbling with screwdrivers next to peoples air vents. (thats what it sounded like and i listened to the noise for a good 10 minutes before i stood up, when i stood up, the noise stopped, then i see the attic light on. thats when i called the cops) Nothing was taken out of our house. Nor was anything damaged. And be realistic, would you truly confront a burglar in an attic? If he was in the house, and i could see how large he is and whether or not he was armed, it would be a compltley different story. All this was to me was mysterious footsteps in the attic. long story short. he got away and i think for sure it was my dad. planting bugs or cameras sounds exactly like somthing he would do. his motive is what im still missing.
souldistortion Reviewed by souldistortion on . I'm kinda scared I just walked into my room and was fumbling around with some things on my desk. I peered over and spotted a mango sours altoids can. I picked it up, and for almost no reason, opened it. And there i see, sitting DIRECTLY IN THE CENTER of the circular can, is a single bowl. a good .2 gram bowl. a Fat one no doubt. A near perfecly round nugget of dank just sitting right there in the cannister. I am in complete and total shock even as i type this. Because no buddy of mine (no matter how fucked Rating: 5