My best friend lives in a small urbanization that resides near a really bad neighborhood. On December 3, there was a robbery inside the urbanization. A lawyer who lived there was robbed out of his twenty-thousand dollars. Police came. Commotion started. ETC ETC. Ever since that day, my friend has been getting paranoid. He lived in the first floor of the walk ups. His door had a lock but, he had two window sliding doors that had no lock whatsoever, the reason why he was paranoid.
His father is a proud owner of a distinguished pub in a very populated tourist area in the island where I live. He usually arrives around 11 or 12 or even 1 AM. My friend called him around 9 PM to see how business was booming. His dad told him that he might pull an all nighter.
Later that night around 12 PM he called again to see how it was. No one answered, so my friend guessed he was in a rush with alot of customers. At this time, his door bell rang. He took some time getting over to the door and once he saw through the peeping hole in the door, no one was there.
He started to hear something coming from the balcony. That's where the unlocked sliding window is. He had curtains up, so he couldn't see the burglar from the other side. Desperatly, my friend grabbed his baseball bat. Went towards the window. Smashed the fuck out of it, senselessly.
Too bad his father was the one on the other side. He ended up having his window sliding door replaced by a new one ( with a lock. Should be a good thing. ) and a father with broken ribs.
I went over to his house today. And I lol'd when he told me the story.
