So my brother got his car stolen. it still boggles my mind why one would want to steal a 93 Honda Accord. Sounds pretty senseless. so after a few angry days, his car was found. happy we were for just a few minutes. and by his account, then things became personal. his CD player, tire jack, anti-freeze, febreeze, spare tire, autohammer (pictured above) and all of the change from his coin tray were lifted from him. the most striking thing was the autohammer, a tool given to both of us to save us in the unlikely event that our cars are submerging in water. in one small hit and the glass shatter and an Orr child lives to see another day. so that being said, vengence is in our hearts and we got something for your punk ass.
this more or less sums up how we feel.
Stolen Moments, Pt. 3 - Commonlittle brother, i am here to take those knees out on whomever that sucka nigga is. i will even bend a few fingers back just for your troubles. you know where to find me, just pick me up at the train station cause i still dont have a car yet.
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