There are no words that can express how fucking pissed off I am.

If there is one thing that mother nature has been a bitch about, it is providing the world with an endless supply of shitty people. I am talking about human trash. The kind of people that bullets were invented for.

These shitty people can come in any shape, size, and color. Human trash can come from all backgrounds, both rich and poor, black and white, hispanic and asian, fat and thin, ugly and not ugly, young and old. Some of these people are not born shitty, and some shitty people have even overcome it and have become productive members of society.

So why am I so mad?

SOME FUCKERS BROKE INTO MY CAR.

It was parked in the lot at our apartment complex in my normal spot. It is near the street. On Monday and Tuesday, I worked 14 hour days with very little sleep. By the end of the evening on Tuesday, I felt like I was going to die. Lightheaded, nauseous, extremely tired, and was honestly a little afraid to drive home.

When I go to work, I carry a few things with me. One is a backpack that has a lot of drawing stuff in it. A few sketchbooks, lots of pens and pencils. I also have a small tin of those penguin caffeinated mints, some handgrips, and possibly a few other things that I can't think of at the moment. I also bring in a Gameboy Advance with about 10 games that I own. This GBA is white, and not the new SP. I had a lot of the instructions for the games crammed into the carrying case.

When I get home from work, I normally carry these things in with me, although I have left them in the car before. Crime has never been a problem in our area, even though I have noticed examples of the trash I mentioned before. The only time I ever heard of a break in at our place was our neighbors apartment, and they think it was someone they knew. I never saw any vandalism, fighting, etc.

I think right now I am going to mention why we live in this area. When we moved in together, we needed to find a place quickly. This place was not very expensive, and while we do have a strong dislike for it, moving has never been much of a priority. There is a mix of people at the complex itself, and for the most part, everyone has been friendly. There are a set of duplexes across the street that we have in the past seen a lot of cop cars at, but that was quite awhile ago.

Ok, so, I get home and I was feeling completely wasted. I left the backpack on the front seat. The gameboy was underneath it. My cell phone was attached to the charger. That phone was a piece of shit that hardly worked. I figured I would come get everything later, and if not, it was not the first time I had left my stuff in my car, and you would really have to look hard to notice it all.

The next morning, as I was leaving, I noticed that my car was in an odd position. It was a few feet from the curb and turned slightly. I brushed it off as just me parking it while tired, and walked down to the car. When I got to it, my heart stopped.

I noticed that the glove compartment was open. I opened the door and got a better look at what had happened.

The cd player was gone. The plastic molding around the area had been bent away. My backpack and gameboy were both gone. Cell phone and charger both gone. I looked in the back. Most of the change that was in the car was gone. They even stole the flashlight I kept in there. My car had moved slightly because they released the e-brake.

Well, I called the insurance company, and they won't be much help. They will only cover the replacement of a stock car radio. The plastic molding will be cheap to replace, so I will probably end up doing that myself. I did not call the police since I felt it would be a total waste of time. That may change.

On Friday morning I had to make a run to Wal Mart for baby formula and diapers. When I got back, I stopped and noticed a car parked near mine had its trunk open and the driver side window was smashed. Another person noticed it too, and asked me if she should call 9-1-1. I told her to do it since this has been happening a lot lately.

The owner of the car came out a half hour later. Apparently, they left the cd player, probably in a hurry, and took the speakers out of the trunk. Another neighbor came over and said that the night my car was broken into, two guys that looked like kids were seen trying to get into his car. I still need to talk to the person that saw them to find out what they looked like and where they went, not that it would do any good.

Today was the first time I used my car. It sucked because I had the constant urge to turn on the radio. The worst part of this is the fuckers that did this will never pay for it.

Or will they? Under the e-brake, I found something interesting. It looks like a piece of a rubber glove that a car thief would put over their finger tips.

Hmmmmmmm......