A Fine Welcome to the Neighborhood
MY ONLY HOPE IS THAT THE BASTARDS WHO BROKE INTO MY HOUSE ARE VIOLATED IN PRISON THE SAME WAY YOU VIOLATED MY PERSONAL PROPERTY
Yup, it’s been a while but I was broken into last night. When I got to the house this morning I got the lovely news that last night a front window was broken and pretty much anything inside the house that could be plugged in was stolen. Gone. Poof! Thousands of dollars worth of tools, not all mine (or my in-laws at least) either. Goddamn bastards, if I ever find out who did this I will string them up by their balls and beat them to death with a baseball bat with a big fucking nail or three in the end. What the hell sort of town am I moving into where you get ripped off before you even move in? Geez!
I guess the only kinda good thing about this is that we haven’t moved in yet so it wasn’t “my stuff”, ya know. Don’t get me wrong, tools missing is a HUGE pain and HUGE suckage, but it wasn’t my photo albums, or computers or “stuff” that was pawed through. It didn’t take a huge criminal genius to figure it out, a house with lots of obvious construction, secluded behind a big hedge. Damn bastards.
The neighbors of course, didn’t see nuttin’. Manged to meet a few people as well, though I’d have liked to introduce myself under slightly different cirucumstances.
So for the next while they’ll be people sleeping at the house, along with a coke crazed pitpull with AIDS, just as a note, ok?