At 3a.m. this morning, I was awoke to the sound of my hearse trying to start in the dark. I ran outside. The car thief did not see me coming so I hopped in the open driver's side door and trapped him in the car. He pulled a knife on me. I decided to let him get out to avoid getting stabbed. He took a swipe at me with the knife (missed me) and ran off. Fucking little shit. If there is any hope, the car JUST came back from the paint shop and had NO fingerprints on it... except his. Cops dusted for prints. He left his tool kit, a baseball cap, the knife he tried to stab me with... AND A HUGE MESS WHERE MY IGNITION SWITCH USED TO BE.
I'm homicidal angry and just had to vent.
I'm homicidal angry and just had to vent.
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