Theives beware, I can't guarantee I wont kill you by throwing a 40 bottle at your head from upstairs if I catch you.
It started when someone stole our trash can a couple weeks ago. I just let it go. I called the city who assurred me they would send a new one. A month or so later, I still have no trash can and it's getting really annoying.
Then last night, just after everyone left I heard someone by the outside door. I told
(e:terry) who did nothing (good job being the strong one), and
(e:matthew) and I (not the strong ones) decided to check it out. The door was locked so we gave up.
Then this morning, when Terry left for work, we discovered that some fuckhead had robbed a bunch the stuff from our car. All the stuff from the glove compartment was on the floor and seats.
This is only a week after some dude showed up in our kitchen asking for bottles. Whenever I see him now, I have to say I wonder if he really just wanted bottles.
The irony of this is that yesterday we were filming people at Bidwell park and one woman specifically said that she liked it here in e-ville because it was safe and you don't have to worry about your car, like you do in Philadelphia, where she was from.
I suppose the thieves probably feel the same way about us, as we feel about the rich people on the other side of the fence. But we are not rich, we just rent an apartment in big house.
By the way, when I was searching for a 40oz bottle to throw at the thieves head, I found this Black Bull beer found only in Canada. It is 10% alcohol by volume.