Where I live, 90% of the robberies are your junkie friends, your junkie kids, or your kids junkie friends. I had a party house I was renting with friends robbed by a junkie fuck that we hung around with. Stupid fuck was too dumb not to make it obvious it was him. I figured out his M.O. and waited for him about a week later. I sat in my room with 8 D batteries in a pillow case to blast him in the face and knock him back down the stairs. I left the door locked but not closed, so he would be able to get in. Dumb son of a bitch tried to pull the door open instead of pushing it. When he realized he locked himself out, he flipped out and attempted to yank open the bilco doors to the basement. Another fail.

I saw him about a year later at a local bar. I walked up to him said my peice. He denied it. Then I told him I saw him try to break back in. His eyes went as wide as saucers. I blasted him in the head with a left and a right, and took a step back to let him up from his bar stool. Pussy junkie fuck wouldn't make a move. Bartender and owner came to escort me out as I apologized and explained the situation. Just as well he locked himself out, it saved me from digging a hole.