People are fuked.
For example:
when i park my car in the underground parkin at my condo, someone has been spitting on it and throwing kleenex and wrappers on it sometimes. I finally figured out who it is. Some big fat fuk who looks like an ex con biker sort. 45 years old, always smokes weed down there and makes the stupidest convos. I'm always been nice to him even though I don't like him. He confronted me once cause he thought I was "dodging him". Which is fuked up cause I barely know him but he was right, I try to avoid him and he caught on fast. I can't tell him I don't like him because he's fuked in the head and I gotta keep the peace cause he lives in a condo a few floors down. I've always wondered who the fuks been fukin with my car. It has to be someone who lives here and it's someone that parks close to my car. He's the only piece of shit capable of this but I never thought he'd do it because I'm always polite to him. Well, I almost caught him red handed and had just parked my car downstairs 20 mintues before I went back down. I had seen him going down there when I got home but he didn't see me and when I went down sure enough a bunch of kleenex's were logged in my windshield wipers. I put them back on the ground beside his car and they were there until late tonight when I noticed he finally picked them up when he must have left to go somewhere.
I wanted him to know that I know he's doing it without actually retaliating because I don't want my car dented or keyed next time. His is a piece or shit so he won't care what happens to his car.
This dude is fuked and confused how to handle the situation. I can't start a fight with someone who lives here and I see a few times a week. Plus he'd probably come back with either the police if I won, or a bat or knife. He has "death" tatooed on his knuckles and looks like an epic white trash biker out of a movie.
I'm going to make small talk next time I see him and let him know I know someone is doing shit to my car. I'm going to tell him if they weren't cowards they'd just fight me like a real man and be done with it if they have a problem with me; not to take it out on my car. Obviously my intent is to indirectly insult the shit out of him.
I'll let you know how it goes, this could be a tough fight if it comes down to it. I don't want that fuker getting a hold of me. He's got big fukin hands weighin about 270 at 5'10.
