Today we got a big fat "Welcome to the neighborhood." As I left for work this morning, I was startled to find this:
Yup. Someone smashed my window and ripped my crappy stereo out of the dashboard. Luckily they left everything else, including one of Jose's guitar speakers that happened to be in back seat. I'm actually more annoyed than angry. The hassle of fixing the window and replacing the stereo is way bigger than whatever they're going to get for my stolen radio. And it frustrates me that I have to worry about parking my car on the street, directly in front of my house! I've never had a garage to park in at any house I've lived in. Why should I need one now? Hopefully it was an isolated incident. The neighborhood really doesn't seem that bad and I get the feeling that the neighbors really look out for one another. Oh well, at least I didn't get my tires slashed 2 nights in a row like my old roommates did a couple weeks ago at the house Jose and I just moved out of! And AAA is sending someone out to repair the damages to my car, so I guess it's not too terrible.