It's Dangerous Out There in L'il Rhody.

I should preface this with: I know nothing about cars or car theft. Forgive me if I mistype.

Clay Buchholz woke up this morning to find parts of his car missing; the wheels/rims (the newsgal uses the terms interchangeably; I don't know if they're the same thing) were removed from his car in the wee hours. Luckily for him, the thieves were spotted by a neighbor and the car parts returned.

Perhaps because everything turned out alright in the end or maybe because he's been on the other side of the act of thievery (c'mon it's a natural place to go with this story) he seems mostly okay with it.

He does need a haircut, though.