Holy crap, my car was broken into! Yesterday morning, I was going to move my car from one side of the street to the other, per usual. When I got to my car, my heart sank –broken glass, change from the ashtray gone, glove box rummaged through and items once in the trunk now in the front seat, thoroughly searched. 
THERE WAS NOTHING OF VALUE IN MY CAR! There was nothing on the seats that a prospective criminal would have seen to make him want to break in. It just plain sucks! After brushing the glass off the front seat, I drove to a car window place — $300 for a brand-new rear quarter panel window, plus $100 for installation. No thanks; they tried 4 places to look for a used window but to no avail.
Now, I’m looking for a used window as my car sits on the street with a plastic garbage bag taped to the spot where once, there was a window. So, let’s take a second to recap all the crimes that have happened to me in this fair city, since 1995:
#1 Hit, very hard, in the back of my head with an egg – causing my head to bleed.
#2 Some punks scratched the words “Fuk you” in the hood of my old car.
#3 Hit in the back with a snowball by some 8 year olds. (That was on Sunday)
#4 The broken car window on Tuesday.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I’m so sick of this petty BS!
I am thankful they didn’t destroy anything on the inside of the car. Damn, it’s always something! The guy upstairs that plays his music too loud, the unfriendly bus driver, the unexpected expense of everything, this city, this damn city! And for what? FOR WHAT?!!!!
I know three people that have had their cars stolen. Think about all the people you know, isn’t that an unusually high amount of people that share that experience? The concrete jungle has officially gotten to me.
On my walk home last night, I noticed about a hundred cars that would have been better prospects than mine. However, I don’t wish a ransacked car on anyone. I ran into a policeman and asked him if he thought I should file a report. He said unless you need a record of it, you don’t have too. He told me a drunk or junkie looking for five bucks probably did it. Then, he said he was sorry and told me to stay warm. Nice guy. I did find a used window after a daylong search. $110. I can live with that. Crisis over but I’m still pissed.
That’s it. God Bless America.