Mourning

Ladies and Gentlemen,
I come to you this evening bearing terrible news. The Xbox which I had been borrowing from my friend Tom is, well, dead. I suspect there may have been foul play, as it suddenly was broken after I had been gone for two nights, and the evidence points to a party that apparently happened here, or at least some general slobbery (which usually occurs sin respect for personal property of others).
I haven't come here (suprisingly) to point fingers or hurl accusations, or even insults. I just want to express how sad it makes me that Forza motorsport can no longer be a part of my life.
You see, the Bronx sucks. I've been counting down the days till I can leave, and the hours that I could waste playing Forza (a free, healthy pastime) did a little bit to improve my time here. Of course, some drunk jackass had to kick the Xbox because I'm not allowed to be happy. Hyperbole, and hearsay, but i'm sad.
I miss my stable of virtual cars: the yellow Subaru 22B, the dark silver Ferrari F430, two STi's, and a small collection of Porsche 911's. They're all gone now.
Speaking of things that are gone, my wallet has also dissapeared. And I mean straight vanished into thin air and is no goddamn where. Thats the whole story, there was no wild party where I lost my pants, no debaucherous irresponsible frenzy. In fact, all I did that day was go to class and go to Taco Bell. Perhaps I was irresponsible at the Taco Bell, wolfing down a Crunchwrap Supreme and a Cheesey Gordita Crunch washed down with their special brand of Mountain Dew in a manner that was totally disrespectful to my digestive tract, but damn it: it was delicious.
I planned to talk a little bit about the Volkswagen CC. I first ran across one sitting in parking lot in East Hampton, and it actually made me stop and look at it for almost a minute. On the outside, it looks good. When I went to VW's website to acquire pictures I found that, well, it looks good in black, mostly. I can't reccommend this car though, because I haven't gotten to know it well enough. The red Ferrari 360 Spyder I saw in East Hampton the next morning, though, I can endorse with no such qualms.