I have my car back, thanks to an independent, city-contracted towing company, who wishes to remain anonymous. These nice folks just "happened'' upon my car in their vast parking lot of, yes, wallowing cars. How nice that they let me know, after 4 weeks, that they had received blanket authorization from the city to tow my car, and had been storing it (at an abhorrent daily rate) all along. These supernice people in charge of the car storage facility lovingly accepted their fee (cash only, of course) to retrieve my car, before promptly running out to buy crack.
Houston, I have been shit on, for doing nothing more than parking in my own parking spot, and I am not done complaining about it!

Above: Some unnumbered circle of hell, east of downtown.


Above: My poor baby.


Above: Universal language for "I need to buy enough crack for my entire family."




It is shitting in Houston.