Pass the Green Card

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<center><img alt="Broken Glass with a U of Arizona decal stuck on it" src="" width="300" height="307" border="0" /></center>
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<p>As Min and I were getting ready to drive to school this morning, I noticed a generous sprinkling of what seemed like pixie dust on my back seat. Upon closer inspection I saw a million diamonds of varying sizes and colours. It took me a while before I realised it came from what was once my car window.</p>
<p>I had been robbed. Again.</p>
<p>After last thanksgiving's break-in, my car was broken into, and the cords that once bound CD-player and car now hang lifelessly outside an empty rectangle.</p>
<p>Wow. I can scarcely believe my luck, or lack of it. But then again, this is America; and where I was living had now become the ghetto. Well, ever since some of the shadier folks moved in. I wouldn't be surprised to find out that "USA" was actually a giant Greek fraternity and all this was hazing of some sort to prove my mettle.</p>
<p>If so, I think I passed. Now hand me the green card.</p>

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