First day of the rest of my life...

Time to move on. I'm not sure how you argue with a Chief of Police who enjoyed my stolen Mini in his parade. Fortunately, karma sorts out the assholes in life. I have given Patti the house and all my belongings; all that I am taking is what will fit in one truck and my gold prospecting grub stake. All that I need is what's left of my car 😀.

Had MPD spent more time communicating and less time trying to set me up, they would have found out that I was only weeks away from finishing up my car and moving.

That's right, assholes; all I was waiting for was the passenger control arm because they sent the wrong one. Then I could have rolled the Mini back into the garage to complete it and then leave this hellhole.