So someone tried to break into my car last night. − 14 November, 2007
Every now and than I will get a “feeling”. Something just not quiet right or a feeling I should do something. So last night about 11 pm I get that feeling. I put on my shoes and grab my keys so I can get my book out of my car. I figured I would read a charter and go back to bed. I walk out and stop dead in my tracks. My car isn’t far from the door – say five to ten feet. There behind my car is some dumb street rat chick trying to break into my car! I’m floored, I’m pissed! My first thought was to tackle her and hope to get on the ground slightly injured so I could grab the rope from inside my car and hog tie the bitch until the police came… But seeing the utter unreality of that I let her go at it…
She wasn’t able to get in and started to walk away – she never saw me – dumb bitch.
“Oh you are not going to try to break into MY car and think you get away it…oh Hell no!”
Now I’m really pissed because thoughts of a broken lock are swimming through my mind. As soon as she’s about ten feet away I jump into my car and start to follow her as I’m dialing the phone number to the local police.
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
What the fuck!!!! This is the bloody fucking local police! Fine! I call 911 which is highway to city and normally takes longer. As I’m slowly following and at this point she has no idea I’m following her …yet. I’m waiting for the police. She crosses the street and thankfully goes into 7’11. The police finally answer and I tell them what happened and what I’m doing and give her a description of the dumb chick. The dumb chick must have figured out I was watching and following her because she suddenly backs away from the door and goes to the ATM and stays there for about five minutes… Police: waiting waiting waiting.
She’s on the move. She turns left out the door and behind a large commercial truck… I’m in a car so I have to obey basic traffic laws and try to follow her. DAMN! I lost her and I think she must have gone down the alley so I double back. No - she was onto me. She hopped inside the large commercial truck somehow without me seeing her. And didn’t see me double back… HA FUCKING HA BITCH!
She walks off going the opposite direction from which she tried to lose me… Sorry darling I’m smarter than the average bear. I follow her slowly again as she’s walking and finally the police arrive and I wave them down and give them a quick five second “what happened”. The rush forward and block her from running away – NABBED!
I back up and go back into the 7’11 parking lot just as a second police car arrives. I give the long story and than he tells me and my shoulders droop. Technically a crime was not committed because she never actually broke into my car. It’s called private property tampering. The police officer felt bad for me and explained what that meant but I’m already knowing that what it means is that she could go free. We talk a little and I give him the details and tell him I am one hundred percent sure she is the person before she was not standing more than ten feet from me.
After about a half hour the arresting offers show up and tell me the same spill about Tampering and that it would be a private arrest since it was not a ‘break in’. They told me she has neither warrants nor a police record and were partially drunk. Her unfinished story was that she was going to her boyfriends. The police were checking out her story and to ensure the things inside her bag were genuinely hers and or her boyfriend’s. I was asked to wait so that they could thoroughly check out her story and ensure she really didn’t have any warrants for her arrest.
Believe she was just some dumb street rat kid who was dumb and made a really stupid mistake I told the officer that if she was telling the truth and had no stolen property on her and had no record or warrants I wouldn’t press charges. Anther hour goes by and the police finally call me…and my world goes angry red.
The dumb street rat dressed bitch was indeed telling the truth. However - the dumb street rat dressed partially drunk piece of scum bitch lives in a fucking mansion in fucking Beverly Hills where they dropped her off. I’m pissed and to let steam out I call a friend of mine to rant to her. The first thing out of my mouth (because I had been txt messaging her during the wait) was
“You’re not going to believe where the fucking lowlife bitch lives.”
To the dumb street rat dressed partially drunk piece of scum bitch
Your fucking bedroom costs more than my car – how dare you fucking pull this shit. I should have clobbered you and hog tied your ass and left your naked drunk ass for all motorist to see until the police arrived! Yea I would have been given a ticket and maybe even arrested but fuck you, you wannabe Winona Ryder. Probably dating some poor actor in NoHo just to piss off your daddy! Let me guess he’s poor, an actor and definitely not white because that is what pisses off daddy and you can do whatever you want because daddy loves you and lets you do whatever you want… I should have let you go to jail and see some real bad asses.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
The important things are this
1) My car was not damaged in any way
2) You tried to violate my security and I took that back – HA! Fuck you
3) You got a ticket for being drunk in public and I hope daddy takes away your allowance for a whole week!
She wasn’t able to get in and started to walk away – she never saw me – dumb bitch.
“Oh you are not going to try to break into MY car and think you get away it…oh Hell no!”
Now I’m really pissed because thoughts of a broken lock are swimming through my mind. As soon as she’s about ten feet away I jump into my car and start to follow her as I’m dialing the phone number to the local police.
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
What the fuck!!!! This is the bloody fucking local police! Fine! I call 911 which is highway to city and normally takes longer. As I’m slowly following and at this point she has no idea I’m following her …yet. I’m waiting for the police. She crosses the street and thankfully goes into 7’11. The police finally answer and I tell them what happened and what I’m doing and give her a description of the dumb chick. The dumb chick must have figured out I was watching and following her because she suddenly backs away from the door and goes to the ATM and stays there for about five minutes… Police: waiting waiting waiting.
She’s on the move. She turns left out the door and behind a large commercial truck… I’m in a car so I have to obey basic traffic laws and try to follow her. DAMN! I lost her and I think she must have gone down the alley so I double back. No - she was onto me. She hopped inside the large commercial truck somehow without me seeing her. And didn’t see me double back… HA FUCKING HA BITCH!
She walks off going the opposite direction from which she tried to lose me… Sorry darling I’m smarter than the average bear. I follow her slowly again as she’s walking and finally the police arrive and I wave them down and give them a quick five second “what happened”. The rush forward and block her from running away – NABBED!
I back up and go back into the 7’11 parking lot just as a second police car arrives. I give the long story and than he tells me and my shoulders droop. Technically a crime was not committed because she never actually broke into my car. It’s called private property tampering. The police officer felt bad for me and explained what that meant but I’m already knowing that what it means is that she could go free. We talk a little and I give him the details and tell him I am one hundred percent sure she is the person before she was not standing more than ten feet from me.
After about a half hour the arresting offers show up and tell me the same spill about Tampering and that it would be a private arrest since it was not a ‘break in’. They told me she has neither warrants nor a police record and were partially drunk. Her unfinished story was that she was going to her boyfriends. The police were checking out her story and to ensure the things inside her bag were genuinely hers and or her boyfriend’s. I was asked to wait so that they could thoroughly check out her story and ensure she really didn’t have any warrants for her arrest.
Believe she was just some dumb street rat kid who was dumb and made a really stupid mistake I told the officer that if she was telling the truth and had no stolen property on her and had no record or warrants I wouldn’t press charges. Anther hour goes by and the police finally call me…and my world goes angry red.
The dumb street rat dressed bitch was indeed telling the truth. However - the dumb street rat dressed partially drunk piece of scum bitch lives in a fucking mansion in fucking Beverly Hills where they dropped her off. I’m pissed and to let steam out I call a friend of mine to rant to her. The first thing out of my mouth (because I had been txt messaging her during the wait) was
“You’re not going to believe where the fucking lowlife bitch lives.”
To the dumb street rat dressed partially drunk piece of scum bitch
Your fucking bedroom costs more than my car – how dare you fucking pull this shit. I should have clobbered you and hog tied your ass and left your naked drunk ass for all motorist to see until the police arrived! Yea I would have been given a ticket and maybe even arrested but fuck you, you wannabe Winona Ryder. Probably dating some poor actor in NoHo just to piss off your daddy! Let me guess he’s poor, an actor and definitely not white because that is what pisses off daddy and you can do whatever you want because daddy loves you and lets you do whatever you want… I should have let you go to jail and see some real bad asses.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
The important things are this
1) My car was not damaged in any way
2) You tried to violate my security and I took that back – HA! Fuck you
3) You got a ticket for being drunk in public and I hope daddy takes away your allowance for a whole week!
