I feel so sad.

I love the street I live on. I think it’s the nicest street in Los Angeles, that’s how nuts I am about it. No sidewalks, not many lights, lots of trees, curves, views.

I can’t seem to say goodbye to my old car (87 Toy), although I really have to sell it or get money from the Dept of Motor Vehicles to turn it in, and I park it on the street.  I’ve just been using it for short jaunts to Trader Joe’s on Hyperion, which I hate, where you can be pretty sure the parking will be terrible, and there’s a good chance you will get a ding, as my neighbors can tell you. Or get killed crossing the street in the daytime. Or get seriously injured. I could go on and on about the gross Trader Joe’s, but the point is, my car was good for something, needed, wanted.

Remember my post here? You can see pictures of the stolen car. Well, we had another stolen car, a black Honda, stripped of tires and radio IN THE EXACT SAME SPOT, this week, also on a Wednesday night. This time the police told me it was stolen from Glendale. But although I reported it on 3 AM on Thurs, they still didn’t pick it up until tonight. Three days sitting on our street, in spite of several calls I and my neighbors made about it.

I parked my old car opposite it. Today I found my front windshield smashed in. There’s no bullet hole – someone said they used a hammer.

What should I do? My windshield, broken by terrible mean person.
I finally asked for the Watch Commander at the LAPD station and when he heard my story, he decided this could be a case of broken windows: they see the abandoned car and then hurt mine. He promised an officer within half an hour, to pick up the stolen car (it’s hard to make them even ADMIT the car is stolen) and to file a report for my windshield, and he delivered. The officer who came out said the tires are often sold on ebay, where you can’t trace anything. He said only very expensive cars have serial numbers engraved on every part, so they will steal parts without numbers.

Gah, my innocence is leaking out so far I don’t know if I can ever recover it again. These utterly vile people are using the internet and ebay? They think what they do is sort of fun, hip, cool?

I’ve been struggling all evening with how devastated I feel about how safe my street is not, and also how pure evil, maliciousness like this, can exist. It is so disgusting that someone is mean enough to steal someone’s car, which you can’t live without in LA, but obviously it was done with money in mind. But destroying my windshield didn’t gain anyone anything. It was just malicious.

Someone said, you can’t understand it because it’s so irrational, it will never make sense. Someone else said, people like us, that don’t think that way, will never understand the thinking or the point. Someone else said, well there are still more good people than bad. So I’m thinking about all of this, but I still feel hurt deep inside.

Me and my car on a happier day.