The Scarlet Scarab Is No More
My lipstick-red 1999 VW Beetle, which was almost paid off (at last), was taken from our parking lot sometime last Wednesday night or Thursday morning. We’ve since had to rent a car, but can only afford to do so for one week. We are currently looking for a new car at presumably usurious rates which will further degrade our quality of life.
Shortly before its being nicked, Google Maps happened to capture it on Street View.
I was very fond of this car, and its loss has affected me more strongly than I expected. It’s almost like someone has died.
Of course, I’m in the middle of a raging mid-life crisis, so who knows how I really feel about all this. I turned fifty almost a year ago, I’m artistically dead, and most of my personal relationships are so damaged as to be beyond repair. Especially the ones that really matter.
