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Fucking weekend from HELL --
Went out to my car about an hour ago to discover that someone had HIT it and taken off. It happened yesterday but I didn't realize it until today because it's not that noticeable from the house.
Yesterday afternoon I was in my room when I heard a pretty loud "BANG" outside. I looked out the window because it sounded like an accident & was worried about my car (which I park on the side of the road), but from my vantage point I didn't notice any damage to my car; the left signal light is already cracked, but it didn't look like anything else had happened to it. There was a larger, navy and white SUV, & a gold SUV sitting in the road next to my car, though, so I thought that was a little odd. I thought perhaps maybe they had hit each other. I could see the driver of the navy & white SUV, and he was craning his neck to look all around everywhere. He sat there for a few minutes and eventually someone jumped into the passenger side and they drove off. I didn't think anything much of it until today.
I've got the weekend off; I stayed in yesterday & most of today, so I didn't notice the damage until this evening. On closer inspection, I saw that someone HAD hit my car, in the same spot it had been hit when it had belonged to its previous owner -- right on the same cracked tail-light. But this time the damage was much worse: the front left corner is now dented and cracked much more than it was before. Shards of the fender were laying in the street.
I knew immediately that the BANG I heard yesterday was the guy in the navy & white SUV hitting my car.
I called the cops, filed a report, and took pictures of the damage. The cop talked to the neighbors, but of course nobody had any information to offer. And I never caught the guy's license plate number, so there's not much the cops can do at this point. I'll have to get the plate number in order for them to pursue it. The neighbor's house has a lot of people living in it, and a few of them were sort of hanging around outside, on the porch and whatnot, while the cop was there. I never usually see these people outside ever, unless it's one of their cars coming and going (which is something that happens CONSTANTLY, around the clock). One of the girls was on the phone, kind of eyeing the scene cautiously. So I wouldn't be surprised if she got on the horn to warn whoever did it. Because I KNOW one of those bastards know the guy. I've seen his SUV parked on our street enough times to recognize it.
Oh well... hopefully he'll be back and I can grab his license plate number. But I am not very optimistic about that.
Why ME, for fuck's sake?? They all have pretty nice, newer cars/vehicles. I drive a $200-piece of shit Buick. Why can't people just leave our shit alone?? I can't wait to move out of this fucking hellhole neighborhood.
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