Campeador
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So this guy that I haven't talked to since sophomore year of high school (freshman in college now) decides to break the rear window on my dads car. I don't live at home anymore but my younger brother was there and recognized him and some other guy when they came to the door. He was selling magazine subscriptions but my parents were on their way out and said they didn't have time. They leave and these guys go to the house next door. Then my brother sees them out the window standing in the spot where I usually park my car when I'm visiting home, just standing there talking and looking at my dad's accord. The next morning my dad finds his rear window broken. At first I thought it could be random but there are about 20 nicer cars than my dads parked on the street, plus there was nothing stolen. We've lived there for 7 years and never has anything happened to any of our cars. Too much of a coincidence that it happened on the same day as those fuckers were standing out front of my house.
So fucking sketch, I haven't talked to this guy since sophomore year when one of my good friends beat him up at a party. I can't believe this fucker still had a grudge over something that I was barely involved in. He recognized my brother at the door and knew it was my house. The house I'm not even living in anymore and fucks up a car that belongs to my dad. Who the fucks does something like that?
Now I'm going to have to go back home this weekend and confront him. I think I know where he lives and I'll show him the receipt and if he doesn't pay up I'm going to kick his ass. If its his mom I'll tell her that she owes me this money and she better pay up or her son will be in deep shit.
God damn it, I have so much fucking stress right now and I have to deal with this shit.