Oh Crap!

I have missed Eddy's calls for three straight days. Monday I was in class, Tuesday I left the phone in my Jeep while I ate at D'Angelo's Subs, and Wednesday I did not hear the phone ring while I was taking a break from cleaning my apartment and chatting on the instant message thang with my bros. But it didn't even vibrate, so I think it was a malfunction. Wouldn't be the first time.

In other news, on Monday night somebody got into my Jeep and broke off the interior passenger-side door handle. WTF?! Just unlock the damn thang. Now I gotta superglue it back on. The would-be thief found nothing to steal except a mostly empty jug of windshield washer fluid and an old eyeglass case belonging to my mother. He left the eyeglass case on the hood. I only noticed it after driving around a bit.

Immediately after this I had an encounter with the Mad Trumpeter of West Fenway. This is a guy who Evan and I have spotted (after hearing the sound of high notes) several times around the 'hood. I came up the stairs from the alley and saw a guy there opening a Budwieser tallboy on the sidewalk. He made conversation so I stopped and chatted about the weather, then I saw he had the trumpet under his jacket. The dude was wasted but friendly. Next time I'm gonna ask him about the trumpet.