Break-In

In 2003, my boyfriend’s car was broken into during the middle of the night. They took the radio. It was surprising because I had lived there two year already and nothing like that had ever happened. There’s a first time for everything, sure, but his car was the only one touched. A piece-of-shit car whose make and model I don’t even remember. There were several cars parked in close proximity that were ten times nicer than his. Did it happen because someone saw a Brazilian guy get out of a car with a Black girl in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn? I have no proof that this was the reason, but I suspect it was. I lived there two more years and there was never another break-in.