Drifting Away

I drove by Drift's house Monday, while I was off. The window in his back door is busted out. His front door is broken and open. His front window is broken out, as well. The trailer looks lonely and sad.

I didn't ride by on my bike, as usual, because I've got some work to do on it. The last time I rode by was probably a few months ago on my bike. The windows were intact, then.

It was depressing. I couldn't even look back at it after I saw the front window was gone and the door wide open. I felt sick. None of those bastards would have dared go near his house while he was alive. I wanted to strangle them. If I had seen them in there, I might've had to do something bad.

I didn't stop. For one, it's too depressing. But mostly, I'm afraid that someone will say I tried to get in there. And, simply because of the ineptitude of our local law enforcement, I might wind up in trouble.