I rode my motorcycle to work on Friday since it was gorgeous. There were several cars in the corners of the lot in complete darkness. My car sits immediately outside of an alcove with four apartment doors and near a light. Why'd they bother with prints then? I firmly believe this was not a random incident, given the fact there were far more appealing targets in the parking lot than my car.

The cops took prints, but informed me that juveniles don't have prints in the system. This is why I don't own a gun, because I definitely would have used it on these worthless walks of life. I called the cops and they looked around briefly who had taken off on foot when I yelled at them to get the fuck away from my car. I smelled it and it was bleach! WTF?! Bleach?! Super.' I was hesitant to touch it, but I did anyway. I was like, 'Great, the fuckers peed on my car. I promptly moved my car into my garage and it was then I saw that something had streamed from my gas tank door area. Upon initial inspection, I didn't see anything. I expected to see my car keyed or something similar. Thursday night I caught two punk high school kids f'n with my car. For those wondering, bleach and gas apparently do not mix well in the gas tank.

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