Of course my car’s rims and tires got stolen from my car in my own driveway of my house. Plenty of this does not make sense. Although it will take me to tell you that alot of it does.
Why it doesn’t make sense
* At my house there is a motion detector that shines A light directly in the direction of where my car was parked. I parked in the backyard, and not in the garage. THERE IS NO WAY YOU CAN GET TO MY CAR WITHOUT SETTING OFF THE MOTION DETECTOR.
* My car is in CLEAR VIEW of the street. This isn’t average your average suburbia, my street has street lights that stay on all night. If I backed out my car and miss the street curb, I could hit the street light. Sometimes I have. Whoever did this, had lots of balls because if the police ever came flying by, all it takes is a flashlight to shine in on the suspect.
* There is less inactivity in the driveway than other places. I sometimes go out and come back around midnight. My brother is the same way. At 1:30am my dad comes home from work. At 3:30 am my brother leaves for work. At 7 my moms leaves for work. And at last I leave for work around 8, and if my brother’s girlfriend is staying over, she leaves when she wants. You see, PEOPLE GET UP AND GO TO WORK, so there isn’t quietness for long periods, but probably enough to rip off a tire. Whoever did this, incorporated this into the plan.
* It was a full house last night. Not at any point last night were there ever LESS THAN 4 CARS. At the most there were 6, one for all of us, and then my old Accord which is being worked on. All of us were in the house, mostly sleeping. Again, whoever hatched this, were planning around our arrival departure times.
* Whoever did it, left their STUPID JACK ON MY CAR. What smart criminal does that?
Why it makes plenty of sense
* I hate to admit it, but my house is 1 street away from the ghetto. I’m legally 4 blocks away from South Providence, not the best place to live. I believe my street begins the gutter towards where Rhode Island turns bad. I truly hate where I live. Most people live in communities where it is safe to know your neighbors and leave the door unlocked. Not mine. I consider alot of the people around here pretty poor and I’m sure my house family isn’t alot. I don’t know my neighbors and I really don’t care for them. I look outside the window now and I can see four 3 story apartment buildings. That’s 12 places where from where I am sitting, I could shoot out their window. Most people don’t have to live around other tall buildings, most of them ridiculously ugly colors. Sadly, I do. Now I can’t look at anybody walking down the street without glaring at them because I consider them all suspects. They don’t have much going for them, and in the act they just did, whoever, made alot more in an hour than I sometimes make in a week.
* My car’s wheels are just desirable. They are seven spoke premium alloy wheels direct from Honda. If you don’t understand that, here it is for simple terms. The rims themselves are nice all year round rims. They don’t come standard, and since they are alloy, you have to pay extra if you wanted them in your car. That’s one reason why they are desirable. Another reason, Hondas are hot. People, who are into consumer car racing are big Honda fans. My mom likes them because of their rock solid reliablity but doesn’t realize their huge mass youth appeal. Because of their reliability it is hard to find these stock rims unless someone is trying to sell them for profit. Sure enough, they just took mine.
* I got sick of my alarm and so had everybody else. I can remember the time when me and Jon cut the wires to the alarm because it was glaring the hell out of us at a parking lot. My brother doesn’t have his on, and none of my parents do. In our neighborhood, one alarm wakes up probably 15 or 16 households because they are so many close together. It’s either that or when the occasional motorcycle speeds down the street. Here, alarms don’t make sense. Whoever did it, realized that my alarm will never go off.
So there, to me it’s not that big of a surpise no more. Many things have been stolen on or around where I live. Once my brother played a prank on a friend and left a bike in the middle of Broad St. It wasn’t there when we went back in 5 minutes. In ‘95, my brothers bicycle got stolen from the neighborhood library, locked up and chained and all. Back in 1996, my friend’s bike was stolen from my porch while we were watching tv in the living room (realize that in my house you can always hear when someone is on the steps in half the rooms in my house and that is why nobody uses the doorbell). In ‘98 my other friends car stereo got ripped off his minivan when it was parked directly in front of my house. I’m sure there’s more but I can’t or don’t want to remember.
But the idea still sure gets on my nerves. What kind of a person are you if you need the $400 dollors that much that you have to stalk my frickin house. There is no limit what we would do to you if any of us in this house would have ever caught you. Even my mom is not scared to pull out a knife and gut you out. We have lived in worse and we don’t stand for that shit.
Bring it on asshole.
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Dude, that blows so much. I feel your rage though. It’s like earlier this summer when that ass-face Maine bastard in the pick-up truck drove by and threw that beer bottle at my windshield. I think the worst part about it isn’t so much that a crime was committed against you. It’s that you can’t have vengance because you don’t know who the person was. Anyway, try not to think about it too much. If you’re still coming up tomorrow we’ll show you a good time to make you forget your troubles.