"I have these thoughts, so often I ought, to replace that slot with what I once bought. 'Cause somebody stole my car radio and now I just sit in silence.
Sometimes quiet is violent.
I find it hard to hide it, my pride is no longer inside. It's on my sleeve, my skin will scream, reminding me of who I killed inside my dream. I hate this car that I'm driving, there's no hiding for me. I'm forced to deal with what I feel. There is no distraction to mask what is real. I could pull the steering wheel." - Twenty One Pilots, 'Car Radio'.

Even as a "car mechanic", the woman I saw last year was a thief.