check out this craiglist posting about what happened to this guy
I've been up since about 2:30 this morning so if all of this doesn't quite make sense, you'll have to excuse me. If you want to read the first chapter of this here is the link attached so that you will know what happened to start off with http://vancouver.craigslist.ca/rnr/567482717.html
Well, my little trap worked! Last night I was startled awake by, you guessed it, the sound of a mother fukin hacksaw. The little shit came back to try to finish the job of stealing my motorcycle. This time knowing it was definitely NOT a cat, I ran to my closet threw on my jeans and running shoes, grabbed my keys and my faux ( I spelled it right this time!) blade. All the while listening to the grinding rip of metal against metal only a few feet from my ears. Every stroke increased my anger, tightening my fists and twisting my brow. By the time I was at the front door all I could feel was rage. This time I didn't count down, this time I didn't tell myself to breath, this time I knew it was you.
I grabbed the door knob and threw open the door. I saw him, you little fuker!!! My right arm raised my wooden practice sword then swept down in a flashing arc. The only word he got out of his mouth before the strike was "WHOAA!" My faux blade found it's target (his right upper arm) with a resounding WHACK! I don't think I broke it but I know I it hurt because he was instantaneously on the run with me in furious pursuit. The only thing to come from me was " Mother fuker, COME ON!!!" As I chased him down the block he turned and with a feeble attempt to stop me, he threw his hammer at me! A fukin hammer!! I leapt over that and continued bearing down. I saw you wince you little fuk when you threw it, I bet that hurt. I hope you arm hurts for while!! Now I'm a pretty well conditioned guy. I go to the gym 4 days a week, which includes a half hour of cardio each time. Either running or biking so I know I can run. Here is a perfect example of one can run faster scared than angry. His legs looked like Velma from Scooby-doo!!! You should have seen his face! I have never seen anyone so bloody scared in my entire life! The look on his face was priceless! I'm still laughing you little puke! All of a sudden crack head turned into a track star. I chased him at top speed for about a block then stopped to watch him run flat out for another block, every so often grabbing his right arm.
So I walk back to my bike to see what kind of damage he'd done this time and low and behold what do I find? His hacksaw. *L* So, to finish up my little note I want to address the little thief:
I've got your hacksaw you little bitch. Any time you feel like you want to come pick it up, you let me know. I'll be waiting for you. Oh and by the way, I know what you look like, and let me tell you people who ride bikes hate little shits like you and we tend to stick together.... I'll be seeing ya pal, trust me... ; )