{"id":208,"date":"2001-12-05T16:59:24","date_gmt":"2001-12-06T00:59:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=208"},"modified":"2001-12-05T16:59:24","modified_gmt":"2001-12-06T00:59:24","slug":"shattered","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2001\/12\/05\/shattered\/","title":{"rendered":"Shattered"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>there is broken glass everywhere, and i don&#8217;t even know how to begin to clean it up. i want to pretend it is not there. i want to crawl back into bed and wake up at 7:30 like i do every other day. i want it to be every other day.<\/p>\n<p>somebody broke into my car last night, sometime between 7pm and 7am, during which time i complained about the traffic, got take out thai food, made eyes at a fish in a fishtank, rented <i>sixteen candles,<\/i> watched <i>felicity<\/i> with <a href=\"http:\/\/kiehl.paranoidgirl.net\">my<\/a> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.exquisitely.org\">girlfriends<\/a>, ate a krispy kreme donut, watched <i>sixteen candles,<\/i> and then slept early because i just didn&#8217;t have any energy to do anything else.<\/p>\n<p>i woke up at 6, for no apparent reason, for the second time this week. i stayed in bed for another hour and then i remembered that last night i&#8217;d parked on the wrong side of the street, the street cleaning side, and had to move it out of the space by 8 to avoid getting a parking ticket.<\/p>\n<p>i parked on the wrong side of the street.<\/p>\n<p>when i looked out my window &#8212; peering through a crack in my blinds like i always do &#8212; i noticed my car trunk was open. <i>did i leave that open last night?<\/i><\/p>\n<p>no, i couldn&#8217;t have. i wouldn&#8217;t have.<\/p>\n<p>i threw on some clothes, stepped outside and cautiously wandered across the street to where my car was parked. the rear window was smashed. i walked around and stared at it, shattered like cracked cr&#232;me br&#251;le&#233;, glistening in the morning sun.<\/p>\n<p>they must have taken my cd player, i immediately thought, the $50 discman my parents got me for christmas, but i didn&#8217;t want to know what else they took. i didn&#8217;t know what else they possibly <i>could<\/i> take. i didn&#8217;t care. i just couldn&#8217;t bear to stand there anymore, dumbfounded and groggy, so i pulled my jacket and scarf around my body and marched right back into my house. i called my dad and started to cry.<\/p>\n<p>it&#8217;s so strange how sad and violated and upset i feel, i told rima, as she poured me coffee. i keep thinking about the hundreds of pages of police reports i pored over during my year at the <i>Times.<\/i> i had to find something worth reporting and condense it into two lines of print. and now those two lines were me.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\n<font face=\"georgia, times new roman\" size=\"2\"><b>700 Block Christine&#8217;s Street:<\/b> A $50 portable CD player was stolen from a 1987 Acura Integra. The rear right window was smashed.<\/font>\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>i don&#8217;t even care about the <!--fucking--> CD player. my only concerns are how now my mother will not be able to sleep at night because she thinks her daughter lives in the ghetto and how i will have to tell eric that the CD he lent me <!--divine comedy \"a short album about love\"--> is gone and how things like this, and things far worse, happen to people everyday. today it just happened to be me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>there is broken glass everywhere, and i don&#8217;t even know how to begin to clean it up. i want to pretend it is not there. i want to crawl back into bed and wake up at 7:30 like i do every other day. i want it to be every other day. somebody broke into my [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/208"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=208"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/208\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=208"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=208"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=208"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}