I fucking hate criminals! This morning, after visiting a friend in St Louis, I came out to find that some assholes broke my window, stole my stereo, and damaged the gear shift and steering column while trying to steal the car. I'm just sick, not because my life is rough compared to the many people that were devastated by Katrina. I just feel violated, and wonder why these dickheads targeted my car. I guess St Louis is one of the worst cities for car theft, because they only get a slap on the wrist and no jail time for a first offense. Anyone else have this happen, and know why they targeted me? There were hundreds of cars parked along this street, and only two that I know of were bothered.
You and me both. Last week, on the driveway of my brother's house in Henderson, my car got broken into, and they took my wallet, TREO phone (I just got it last week!), and my sunglasses. Put me in a bad mood for the rest of the week. While canceling my VISA card, the VISA chick tells me: "I can see that, as we're speaking right now, someone is using your card at Speedy, Store 103 in Henderson." The f*cking nerve!
The only way I've been able to deal with this trespass on my soul is by thinking, the asshole who did this has nothing going for him. He'll get caught eventually, and probably more than once. His life sucks. Enjoy my cell phone you prick.
By the way, I phoned him a couple times by calling my cell, but he wouldn't answer. Stinking bastard.
You ain't alone, bro.
The only way I've been able to deal with this trespass on my soul is by thinking, the asshole who did this has nothing going for him. He'll get caught eventually, and probably more than once. His life sucks. Enjoy my cell phone you prick.
By the way, I phoned him a couple times by calling my cell, but he wouldn't answer. Stinking bastard.
You ain't alone, bro.
tooran said:
That's a good description, and exactly how I feel. Like someone had my hands tied behind my back and sucker punched me in the mouth. If this had never happened to me, I would probably not think it was that big of a deal. But I just feel violated, and there is nothing I can do about it. They say that karma catches up to you. So maybe I'll hit a 12-teamer tonight, and this piece of shit will get busted tomorrow.
sherman said:
An excellent question, and don't think I didn't consider it. First of all, I just got to work, and Speedy was about 15 miles away. I called my bro, and he was also already on his way to work. And plus, Visa chick told me to call the Henderson police and file an immediate police report, give Visa the info, and then the cops will automatically come next time he uses the card. Which he never did. But I did give the police report to Visa.
The main reason I didn't go to Henderson was that I would not trust myself to refrain from driving over the first scumbucket to walk out of Speedy. I don't need no vehicular manslaughter charge. But it was tempting...
