UGH.
Two nights ago, just as the rain hit Los Angeles with all it had, my car was broken into and the stereo stolen. Smashed the rear quarter window. Unlocked the door, let themselves into the back seat. Wrenched back (and possibly broke) the passenger seat to get into the front. Then, thanks to German automotive ingenuity, the perpetrator spent considerable time and effort destroying the surrounding dashboard in a (mostly) futile attempt to extricate the stereo. I almost wish the stereo simply had a handle so that the fucker wouldn't have damaged everything else.
Then I noticed some curious things. They left their jacket and sweatshirt in the back seat. Maybe used to protect hands while smashing windows? They rifled through the glove compartment, found nothing of value, and threw the contents on the floor. They opened the ashtray, stole my cell phone earplug, but left all the loose change inside. They pulled out my CDs from the driver's door, decided they were neither listenable or valuable, and threw them into the back seat. Maybe The Rachels, Mojave 3, Iron and Wine, and Liquorice made the thief melancholy enough that he simply moved on.
So it seems to me that while the stereo was the object of desire, it wasn't any ordinary crackhead since they left the loose change and CDs. And since my Thomas guide still remained, I can only assume it wasn't a down-and-out courier, either.
FUCKERS!
Since moving to Los Angeles almost five years ago, my car has been broken into twice (different car last time, and they only took my change drawer... the change and the drawer). My girlfriend was carjacked at noon in Culver City, and, after the car was recovered and dusted for fingerprints, she found the detectives had somehow overlooked a leather jacket in the back seat that contained $10,000 worth of crack cocaine. I inadvertently stopped an armed robbery of a car valet in Hollywood that I literally drove into on my way to lunch. And I was also the victim of identity fraud after somebody took out a credit card in my name and spent the $5,000 limit in about 12 hours.
Sometimes, Los Angeles really fucking sucks.
I'm trying to feel better by reminding myself that at the very least nobody was hurt. Cars can be fixed but not always so with people.
Still, if I knew who the hell did this I would very much like to beat them within an inch of their lives and then force them into indentured servitude until the damages were paid off.
Anybody out there with good Los Angeles crime stories?
Two nights ago, just as the rain hit Los Angeles with all it had, my car was broken into and the stereo stolen. Smashed the rear quarter window. Unlocked the door, let themselves into the back seat. Wrenched back (and possibly broke) the passenger seat to get into the front. Then, thanks to German automotive ingenuity, the perpetrator spent considerable time and effort destroying the surrounding dashboard in a (mostly) futile attempt to extricate the stereo. I almost wish the stereo simply had a handle so that the fucker wouldn't have damaged everything else.
Then I noticed some curious things. They left their jacket and sweatshirt in the back seat. Maybe used to protect hands while smashing windows? They rifled through the glove compartment, found nothing of value, and threw the contents on the floor. They opened the ashtray, stole my cell phone earplug, but left all the loose change inside. They pulled out my CDs from the driver's door, decided they were neither listenable or valuable, and threw them into the back seat. Maybe The Rachels, Mojave 3, Iron and Wine, and Liquorice made the thief melancholy enough that he simply moved on.
So it seems to me that while the stereo was the object of desire, it wasn't any ordinary crackhead since they left the loose change and CDs. And since my Thomas guide still remained, I can only assume it wasn't a down-and-out courier, either.
FUCKERS!
Since moving to Los Angeles almost five years ago, my car has been broken into twice (different car last time, and they only took my change drawer... the change and the drawer). My girlfriend was carjacked at noon in Culver City, and, after the car was recovered and dusted for fingerprints, she found the detectives had somehow overlooked a leather jacket in the back seat that contained $10,000 worth of crack cocaine. I inadvertently stopped an armed robbery of a car valet in Hollywood that I literally drove into on my way to lunch. And I was also the victim of identity fraud after somebody took out a credit card in my name and spent the $5,000 limit in about 12 hours.
Sometimes, Los Angeles really fucking sucks.
I'm trying to feel better by reminding myself that at the very least nobody was hurt. Cars can be fixed but not always so with people.
Still, if I knew who the hell did this I would very much like to beat them within an inch of their lives and then force them into indentured servitude until the damages were paid off.
Anybody out there with good Los Angeles crime stories?
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but oh fucking well.... i guess i gotta suck it up!!!
so i was in culver city on monday with my parents. i was at a redlight, i looked over.... and i saw this old man stealing mail from one of the big blue mail boxes, what the fuck!! he was all bent over and when he stood up he either had food or foam around his mouth
it was so surreal i actaually laughed!!