Or, at least Charlie is... Yesterday I awoke to a loud explosion, so loud it set off a car alarm in front of my apartment building. Now, living in the 'hood, this is not unusual by any means, but since this particular BOOM! was right outside my front window and I've been very on edge (to say the least) about my van, I ran over to the window to check it out. I was hoping the explosion hadn't affected my van (and it's cracked windows that would be susceptible to a blowout) and at first glance all was well.
Then I notice my flat front driver's side tire, blown apart with the threads sticking out of the hole on the top. Fuck. Me.
Upon closer inspection it would appear that someone stabbed my tire, as right below the blowout there is a very neat, precise 2-inch line, as a knife would make. You've gotta be kidding me! This happened in broad, sunny daylight, 2pm.
I've had the van for less than 2 months and I've already been broken into (with many valuables stolen and stuff broken), where they also tried to hotwire and steal the entire van (ripped out ignition). After that I'm thinking the same person(s) tried to break into my apt (my address was on some mail in the van). Now they're apparently trying to immobilize Charlie to scrap him for parts!
I'm trying very hard not to be paranoid, but how many coincidences can there be until it's truly a string of related events?
I need to get the fuck out of Chicago. But I will not give up! I just need a better neighborhood to park in. Everything worthwhile comes with a price, a fight.
I've got my gloves on, bitches. And someone's ears are surely a-ringin' from yesterday's attack.... Serves them right!