A couple days ago a woman pulled up to my building in a car. She was yelling that Sage Lewis cut off her water in the middle of her shower.

She then began beating the living tar out of my truck. Every panel was hit with a tire iron.

The problem was:
A. I’ve never seen this woman in my life.
B. I haven’t turned off water anywhere.
C. The truck she beat up was not mine. It was a tenant at our building. She got the wrong truck.

The police were called. They talked to her. There was nothing they could do. She just drove off.

I don’t even know what to say about any of this.