It wasn’t really satisfying. I was pretty much enraged. I’m not proud of my behavior. I was 30 years younger than, but here it is:

I worked nights. My apartments back door opened on a parking lot on a hill. People from the bar down the street use it, no problem, there’s lots of room.

One night I’m ready to go to work, but I can’t open my door because someone parked so close that I couldn’t open the door more than an inch.

I lost it. I slammed the door into the car a couple time, but that did no good. I didn’t have time to go out down stairs to the front door and go look through all the bars to find the idiot, but I did have time to grab a hammer, go down stairs out the front door, climb up the hill to my back door, kick the shit out of the car and smash the headlights, before I went to work. I never saw that car again. Not sorry