Bunch of fucking savages in this town

I just discovered that my car was broken into. Again.

It's almost exactly the same, too. Once again, they failed to get anything valuable, wasting both their time and mine. They once again smashed the small, rear, passenger-side window, let themselves in, tried to pull my stereo out, failed (miserably), stole my faceplate, and messed up the plastic molding around the stereo. Fuckers.

But this time, it was at my apartment complex. Back in March, I was in Montrose, where lots of shady people roam, to see a band play, parking was scarce, and I ended up on a poorly-lit residential street a couple of blocks from the bar. This time, I was parked in well-lit, covered parking close to the building. At least I know where to go to get the glass repaired. And this time, despite my opposition to the noise pollution, I guess I'll be purchasing a car alarm.

I'm currently waiting on Houston's Slowest to come by and file a report. Last time, they did it over the phone. It didn't inspire a ton of confidence, but at least it was quick.

Honestly. This is going to cost a $50 deductable. I wish the persons responsible would have simply contacted me, and I could have given them the $50 to save themselves and me the trouble. Then I would beat them (I'm a pacifist, but a bad one). It could have been so much simpler...