Break In on my rental unit

Today, I got victimized, once again. The kids -- no thugs -- I should call them, broke out, broke away and broke into my rental and tenant's privacy. They entered by breaking the window in the basement with a large, rock, then climbed in one by one, as if they were going on a mission -- a mission to terrorize, to victimize, to steal.

Yes, in broad daylight on a normal spring day.

First they relieved and excreted themselves all over the bathroom floor. Then then proceeded to climb upstairs (this is a duplex) where they wanted to terrorize some more.

They exited the duplex upstairs via the front door then climbed up the stairs into the building, hollering and screaming like an out-of-rage banshee.

Then with all their might they decided to kick that heavy metal door until the dead bolt sliced through the door frame like it was simply a butter knife slicing and dicing hot cottage cheese in half and little pieces.

Once inside the apartment, they decided to go for broke and break everything within sound and sight.

They turned over the couches upside down, yanked the mattress from the bed. Ransacked the apartment like they were looking for drugs or something.

Then they stole crazy pieces of jewelry, some oddball electronics and grabbed anything of value they could get their hands on.

Hollering and screaming, the bandits made their escape out the front door and out to the busy, bustling streets of Galveston, Forrester and MLK -- overjoyed with their newly stolen loot to buy their drugs and to terrorize once again.

Today was a day to be forgotten, but besides all this, I am thankful that no one got hurt, nothing major got stolen or destroyed and I will remember this time as a day I decided once again to move on, move out and to move away.