I bought a brand new '86 firebird back in '86, blazing red, black T-roofs..... it was about the hottest thing on the road here at the time. I had it parked on the street in front of my parent's house, they live in a suburb, a nice upper-middle-class neighbourhood, low crime rate etc.
You know what's coming....
Someone walking by just felt like happily keying a nice bouncy wavey line along the driver's side of my car. Why I'll never know. I don't know what pleasure the asshole derived from fucking with someone else's property.
About a month later, at a bar one night, I caught another guy red-handed trying to steal my car. I don't need to tell you what that poor shmuck went through before the cops came and took him away. Let's just say he was relieved that they happened by when they did.
You know what's coming....
Someone walking by just felt like happily keying a nice bouncy wavey line along the driver's side of my car. Why I'll never know. I don't know what pleasure the asshole derived from fucking with someone else's property.
About a month later, at a bar one night, I caught another guy red-handed trying to steal my car. I don't need to tell you what that poor shmuck went through before the cops came and took him away. Let's just say he was relieved that they happened by when they did.
It's my evidence that haters do indeed exist 
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