Violated.

In the wee hours of the morning on Friday, Kevin's car was broken into. The fool smashed in the window behind the driver's seat. Glass everywhere, inside and outside the car. Tried to hotwire the car but couldn't figure it out. Tried to steal the cd player but weren't successful at that either. Stole maybe a handful of change along with his insurance card and registration. Snapped his favorite pair of Von Zipper glasses in half, just to be a jerk. Perhaps the fool was frustrated that they broke into a car for basically no reason? Other than that, and a bunch of his paperwork from the glove box being scattered around, not much other damage done. I think the worst part is, the feeling of our personal property being violated. Kevin speculates that it was a young person. Because of the multiple failures to actually steal anything worthwhile, you can tell this fool wasn't an experienced criminal. Either way, I feel a lot less safe than I did on Thursday or any day prior. Filed a police report. They couldn't even be bothered to come out and take pictures, get our report in person, etc. What a joke! They must be too busy trying to catch people talking on their cell phones while driving. Called our insurance company. Fortunately, Kevin's policy covers a break-in if they smashed the window. Ahh, the silver lining, I suppose.

Talked to the neighbors - they said this has happened to them multiple times since they lived in this duplex. They speculate it's the slimy guy that lives in the white house across from us. Our neighbor, Francisco, knows he's a bad guy that has no regard for other people's property. Their prior break-ins are very much in line with ours. Smashed window, things moved around, expensive things broken but nothing worthwhile taken. Francisco also explained that the slimy guy broke into their house once (while they were home!!). Great. Their stories and ours seems like more than a coincidence. After that story, I broke down and cried non-stop. Kevin is talking about getting a gun, and teaching me how to use it. He also is looking at moving in the near future. Ahh, here we go again. What is this world coming to? I just have to keep telling myself: "Karma. Karma, karma, karma."