so a few weeks ago, i go to get into my car, and notice a horrific sight. there's a good sized dent in my trunk region. at first, i shout a few swears and blow it off as an accident that someone didn't want to own up to, and left it at that. unsatisfied, the wheels in my brain start spinning, leading me down paths of possibilities. after a second, closer investigation, i realize there are no scratches to the paint whatsoever in or around the dent. this makes it hard to believe that another car (made of metal) could leave such a precise mark without leaving a trace of direction. the only other option that makes sense is someone kicking it. funny that when i showed my mom the dent, the first thing she says it "it looks like someone kicked it." i agree. and after i held my flip flop to the mark, i see even more clearly now that it fits the perfect size 12 shoe. funny, i know several people who wear that same size...but few that dislike me so much to cause such a problem.
after talking to anyone who will listen, no one will own up to the crime, or even point me in the right direction. its just like on COPS; nobody knows a thing until the officer is slamming that mullet cut alcoholic on the ground. i would hope that i've been a good enough friend that if this were true, that someone did in fact kick it, that i could be filled in on the truth. so far, no one has stepped up to the plate.
so its my desperate cry for us all, please, be a better person. do what's right, even if it sucks. leave a note. own your responsibility. let yourself be free of guilt. not just in this case, but in our everyday life. if we all tried just a little bit harder to be good...think of what the world could become.

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