Donna and I were walking home the other night and found this abandoned car (I didn't check to see if the keys were still in the ignition- I didn't want to tamper with a possible crime scene).
I hope this kid had insurance.
Donna thought maybe it was some drunken toddler. I wondered if this was perhaps the work of a delinquent gang of preschoolers: they "jacked" the car (I think that's the term), drove it madly along Irving Street and then wrecked it; Callously, they walked away from the not-burning wreckage.
They were probably hopped-up on the Cap'n Crunch...