Didn't go fishing but thought this message might humor some people.<P> Wednesday, July 14th, was my 21st birthday (feel free to send gifts, I need them) and I woke up for work as usual (actually it was only my third day of work). <BR> Outside was sunny and warm, a good start to a nice birthday. Living in South Central Los Angeles sometimes has its perks and I felt that this was my day. I wander out to my car to drive to work. When I get to the lot I look around and realize my car is no longer parked where it was last night. In its place is a pile of broken glass. I canceled work for the morning, filed the police report, and bummed a ride to work at noon. Having recently lost my mode of transportation I had to resort to public transportation, another great perk of South Central, to get back home. On the way to the bus station I stopped in the liqour mart and brown bagged a 22oz of Mickeys on the bus. Being the only white person on the bus would have probably been enough to get the locals talking but brown bagging Mickeys made it a sure thing. I called my parents to report the traggic loss and found that not only did I not have theft insurance (thereby lossing the value of my car), but my dog got attacked and had to get s#####ches, another great birthday surprise. I did manage to end the night in a drunken bliss that included numerous trips to pray to the porcelin god so I guess one thing went well.<P> Anyone who is so inclined can feel free to send monetary donations to the "My name is James and my life sucks" Fund care of James Beck.<P>Fish on!<BR>PS Can I bum a ride?