Sunday, August 10, 2008
When I came back from Comic-Con a couple of weeks ago, I discovered a car in my parking space. My wife's car was in her space, but my space which should have been vacant wasn't. So I did what any ticked off coming back from out of town red-blooded cool hand Luke Cage would do.
I shamelessly boxed their asses in and had a devious smile on my face to boot while I did it. And for good measures, took out my digital camera and took a picture of the whole event. Now, if this was a first offense, I probably wouldn't have done it.
But in the past couple of months, my wife's car has been vandalized, tires slashed, rear windshield broken into, and trash placed in front of my house from my next door neighbors when they should have placed it in front of theirs. I guess there's a little bit of animosity floating around huh?
Well, enough of the nice guy shit. I'd just about had enough. In the end though, what I wasn't prepared for them to do was back up onto the sidewalk when one of the cars to the right had vacated their space. That gave this idiot the room for them to get out. Of course, I checked out my vehicle over just to make sure nobody had keyed Ingrid, or broken a glass or even punctured a tire.
All was well with my girl. But the culprit did get away. To my chagrin. Have you ever exacted a form of retribution upon someone when you felt that your personal space had been violated? (parking or otherwise of course)
And lookee here. Look what I got... finally, for your viewing pleasure. Bear in mind, I've taken better pictures folks, but this was the best of the worst. Hope you like!
And a rough weekend for the brothers:
