I like my stuff. And I don’t mean that to sound materialistic, but if I’ve purchased something there’s an inherent sense of attachment. With that said, my car has been broken into and I’ve been ripped off three times in the last year and a half. The car was at my apartment each time, in an okay part of Tempe..near schools…and a police substation.
With the last break-in this past Saturday (Dec 15) I began to realize I have been gradually changing my demeanor. Changes that resemble closely the Kubler-Ross stages of Grief.
First came Denial…Continue reading “Treatise on a Dodge Neon”