Its like 4 am here and im up at this time for like the 10th day in a row, im waiting up till the sister gets home since she said she would be home 7 hours ago.. anyways, there is noise I keep hearing outside so I go out on my balcony and see some guy cleaning a ton of crap out of his car, then I see the guy put a freaking box and some clothes on the hood to my truck parked next to it then anther small box is slides onto my hood so I put on some shoes and go out side, walk up in a hurry and ask the guy to please take his crap off my hood and respect the fact that its not his truck and would like it if he did not put his crap there and scratch the paint to hell and back. he looks at me, then grabs the box's and slides them across the freaking hood and puts them on the ground I look at him in disbelief and ask if he would like it if someone treated his car that way and he tells me to f%ck off and he slams his door grabs his crap and walks off while cussing up a huge storm at me. at this point, my self and my 145 lbs, my well manored temper sadly lost it. I took my size 11 and kicked his door as hard and as painfull as my foot would allow denting the ever loving crap out of it.. while yelling carma is a Btch mother f-er the guy does not even turn around and look my way.. I just stood there and he never even glanced..i moved my truck to the other side of the complex to say the least.. maybe the jerk was on drugs? I have an ankle on ice and im paranoid some pissed off guy twice my size is about to come though my front door and take me out pulp fiction style. im a little freaked out, excited, pumped up, pissed and scared all at the same time...and disapointed I blew a fuse. i cant say I dont deserve it if my truck needs some body work soon..