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Oct. 11th, 2004 02:18 pmSo what appears to have happened is that the girl who lives above me just broke up with her boyfriend, and he may or may not have accidentally (or stupidly, or both) thrown a rock through my door around the time he was slashing the tires of her "friend".
This could all be related, or it could not. The sad, sad fact is that I no longer have a sliding glass door. It was a big rock, thrown hard. The door shattered. I called the police but of course by the time they arrived 45 minutes later there was no one to be found. My building manager (who, to his credit, was incredibly upset when he heard about the whole thing) promises to replace it ASAP, but I don't know how quickly that is.
This could all be related, or it could not. The sad, sad fact is that I no longer have a sliding glass door. It was a big rock, thrown hard. The door shattered. I called the police but of course by the time they arrived 45 minutes later there was no one to be found. My building manager (who, to his credit, was incredibly upset when he heard about the whole thing) promises to replace it ASAP, but I don't know how quickly that is.
