I've been crimed!

[Laurie]

And I had my car window broken into a few years ago outside Churchill's Pub in Miami. They took a dozen CDs. Boooooooo.

Sorry it happened to you, Erika. Boo crime! (Yay crimestick!)

[Martin]

(Yay crimestick!)

I'm putting this in my back pocket.

[Forrest]

If it's any consolation, I was mugged twice within a few months back in 2004 in almost the exact same spot.

Bud I'm not certain the crime made my attackers feel bad.

[Sarah]

sarahs pretty quick to blame the canadians.

Looks like I was hasty.

[erechoveraker]

Maybe their sole intention WAS just to smash the winders? Have you crossed anyone lately? Enemies are afoot, Powercaller jealousy run rampant? IT COULD HAVE BEEN A MESSAGE!

[iAmBaronVonTito]

Maybe their sole intention WAS just to smash the winders? Have you crossed anyone lately? Enemies are afoot, Powercaller jealousy run rampant? IT COULD HAVE BEEN A MESSAGE!

step lightly, erika

[masterofsparks]

Our car got broken into so many times that we just stopped locking the doors. They never smashed a window, but they inexpertly tried to jimmy the lock with a screwdriver, the result of which is that the lock's pretty much fucked. We NEVER leave anything worth taking in the car, so I'm not sure why the kept breaking in. I imagine it's just neighborhood kids getting their kicks. I'm guessing it's the same geniuses who broke a window to get into our garage and then CRAWLED OUT THE SAME WINDOW when they were ready to leave. Never mind there was a garage door with an opener or an actual door they could've opened and walked out. Oh, and did I mention they left the grill, lawn mower, weed whacker, and other pieces of machinery but took a pair of garden gloves and a digital tire pressure gauge?

Even the cop who filled out the police report was laughing at how stupid they were.

[Oogie]

I've had three smashed windows here in NJ.

All three times, they seem to have been motivated by FUN.

[God Stewart]

About two years ago, on the same day I found out the restaurant I was working at was closing, My car was stolen right out of my driveway. Miraculously it was found three weeks later. Whoever stole it left my backpack with my sketchbook and stuff, all my CDs and radio. It even had the same amount of gas in the tank. It was like the guy just needed a ride across town. Really weird.

Sorry for the unhappy event, Erica. Keep your chin up, powercaller! You're made of tougher stuff.

[Denim Gremlin]

someone make a joke about Bubbles getting back on dope and breaking into cars but at the last minute thinking of how his addiction killed Sharod and deciding to not steal Erika's stereo.

[Spoony]

Check out Chris L's 1000th post celebratory thread.

I think you'll find all your answers there.

[Sarah]

. . . on the same day I found out the restaurant I was working at was closing, My car was stolen right out of my driveway.

Nice consistency, God.

[Fido]

I feel for you too, Erika. I don't think they realize they're messin' with a supercaller.  That's too bad, 'cause that means they're also messin' with the FOT posse. They should be afraid, very afraid.

This happened to me when I lived in DC, again and again, probably 8 or so times over the course of 5 years. My windows would be popped, but nothing in the car was ever missing, because there was really nothing to steal except the car itself, which was never stolen. One time they took my backpack from the backseat, which was only filled with wet smelly gym clothes after my workout at the neighborhood gym (apparently, I was too lazy to walk the 10 or so blocks from my apartment that time).

I didn't suspect punks, I suspected the desperation of drug addicts and low-end prostitutes. 

I saw it as a sort of perverse achievement that the bad guys/gals never got anything valuable, but I don't expect you to feel that way. It was just my sad, lame way of trying to feel better about my powerlessness. 

[henry]

sorry erika.  somebody broke into my car lastnight.  it happens so often my girlfriend and i hardly acknowledge it any longer.  it is a bummer to think about your personal space being violated.

[Martin]

Setting cars on fire is the new pastime in my neighborhood. A friend of mine got a phone call in the middle of the night a few weeks ago. It was the fuzz, who said, "do you own a such-and-such car?". When my friend said yes, the cop said, "look out the window". She did, and there it was, her precious car, all engulfed in flames. Nice going, kids.