so the copious events leading up to today have made me decide to give up on my vespa and furthermore on harlem. i tracked down the vespa-thieves last wednesday. having taken a break from my graphic design freelancing, i went out to try and find the scoundrels. the trail of clues began when i saw my hystrcglmr plate beaten to an almost unrecognizable form with *timberland* imprints adorning its body. it might as well have been one of those purses made out of old license plates. that's when i knew that it was personal. i tracked the young thugs, and by young thugs i don't mean like alexander mcqueen thug-ish but like lil' wayne thuggish, down to the non-organic bodega. i confronted the *posse* and demanded to know where my vespa was being hidden. one of the thugs unveiled a platinum chain from underneath his nascar jacket with my vespa decal dangling from it, commenting, "bling bling!" that was it. i rushed at him and punched him. luckily i was wearing my final home boxing gloves and didn't hurt my hands. needless to say i was beaten senseless and left in an alley for dead. fortunately my new nokia has voice recognition and picked up my wavering desperate cry for "call chloe". i am in the bitch's debt yet again. i passed out and woke up in williamsburg. the harlem experiment has ended.
destiny - failure