Hands off my toaster

Hadda wasted youth try to break into my car last night.

About 3:30 I heard something in my driveway. I looked out the window to see a white do rag bobbing up and down.

My Azorean homie was trying to get the my car door open. I yelled out the window. No response.

I went down stairs as Mrs. M called 911 and went into the back yard. Manny (his real name) just kept banging on the door of the car. He stayed three until the police came and grabbed him.

Manny was looking for a girl named Ariel who, I guess, he thought was in my car.