My mother has been in the hospital ICU for the past week and my brother came down from Los Angeles to be with her and I.
We've been visiting her a lot this week even though she's unconscious; and between the two of us there's usually someone with her most of the day. She's getting slowly better, but she badly needs a heart-lung transplant. 
Anyway last night around 11pm my brother leaves the hospital to come home. He walks out to his truck, gets in, and sees broken plastic everywhere, with his tools laying all over the seat. His steering column was broken open and a bunch of wires were dangling. Some asshole has tried to steal his pickup in the hospital parking lot.
The thief broke open the sliding rear window, unlocked the driver door and got in. He pulled out my brothers tool kit from behind the seat and started to hotwire the car with my brothers own tools. Something must've scared him off because when my bro got out there he was gone. My brother says he thought he heard something in the bushes so he got out, started yelling and looking for the fucker, to no avail.
To make a long story a little less long, he called the cops and they showed up. When I got there, they were looking through the bushes with flashlights, i got mine out and helped but we didn't find anything.
The funny part is that my brother lives in Compton of all places. He then comes down to a nice neighborhood in San Diego and almost gets his truck ripped off in a hospital parking lot.
All I know is someones got a assload of bad karma heading their way.
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You are what you drive
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BMW 5-series: I'm not important, but at least I got a raise.
