Fast forward a couple weeks, and what would you know, it happens AGAIN! This time I am the lone victim. Same shoe prints, newly shattered windshield. My mom begrudgingly told me about the incident and my temper quickly went to boiling over. So, to get this off my chest I have penned a letter to whomever is adding to what was already the most trying time of my life:
Dear Repeat Offender,
I hope this finds you in good health. Actually, I don't know about that. I am in an extremely bad way myself and if you could empathize maybe you would not keep ruining my days and emptying my pockets by vandalizing my car.
Does your mother know what you're doing in the middle of the night? Did she raise you to be so inconsiderate and stupid? Because seriously, I might understand if you were doing this to exact revenge on someone but I have done nothing to you and this is the second time you've done this to me. Which is just stupid. And infuriating. I hope for your future that you are just an idiotic drunk teenage boy who will eventually grow out of this destructive phase and learn better.
If I had more might in me and I knew who you were I would smack you silly. You deserve a beating. I have bills to pay, an infant to rear, and crippling health and I don't need an undriveable car on top of it all. And speaking of my baby, if you decide to take it a step further and break into the house where my boy is sleeping, you will not be leaving of your own accord. I have an uncle with a gun and he is not afraid to use it.
While I am incapable of finding you and making sure you get yours, I am holding this verse as a promise that you will find your demise:
He does not let the wicked live but gives justice to the afflicted.
So watch out because the karma bus is gonna get YOU, asshole.