Here is the deal, a few weeks ago I saw some kinds climbing on my truck which is old an almost ready to be sold. Still I told them to get off the truck it's not theirs. Fast forward to yesterday, I see them climbing on a different truck (nice shiny black one) and again tell them to get off the truck even though it's not mine....which they did but only to come look at the guy in uniform (me). So I'm ah semi hungover from clubbing the night before and go to work. On lunch i get in the car and whoa hey what's that in the middle of my windshield? A handprint?!? turned in such a way that the owner of the hand would of been on the hood in the middle of the car Oh hell no. I stop the f'n car get out look around, handprints all up an down my hood, even my top has two handprints right on top, there are fucking scuff marks from shoes on the car, thank god those aren't permanent. Thankfully no dents. So yeah when I see the kids I will ask them if they did it...then ask to talk to there mom, then talk to her in the polite scary calm voice that means your about to kill.

