I found my old Grand Theft Auto III box, somewhere under a pile of loundry I havn't washed infour years. I was actually searching for a lead pipe, to bash that b*tch's car with. Speaking of which, since my last blog didn't made much sense, if not at all. I'll explain what happened.

Since that Yellow Cab driver hit my car, I refuse to park it on 10th Ave, while there's a big car park on the terrain of the apartments. I just took an empty spot. Well, seems like no biggie. A guy who lives afloor higher, already was jealous of me getting a empty apartment for extra storage space. He became pissed off when I yelled "Jackpot!" extremely loud. He went insane when I took "his parking spot".

Now, I'll be honest. If somebody wants a fight.Even while the other wants to keep it with insulting, I usually trow the first punch. If someone insults me, I will go deep. And I mean REALLY deep 'till I find the S.O.B and beat the living hell outta him. A guy on Xbox Live insulted me, turns out he happens to live on Riverside. Half a mile away from me. Same age, same maturity. Same ignorant ass(...) as I am. He really crossed a line with insulting me for half a' hour straight. Riverside Drive only has a few apartments, so I decided to pay the pr*ck a visit. While I had no actual ideas of beating the **** out of him.Just a cruise to vent frustration. I recognized his face.He was walking down the street, going towarths Washington Heights.(LiveCam® BUSTEDDD!!!!). I pulled over, and asked him if he happened to have insulted a guy with the name of BraindeadRacr. He gave this look, like a robber gives when he's unarmed and weilding 60.000.000 dollar in his arms while facing the entire NYPD.

One word: BUSTED! BUSTED! BUSTED! Okay, three....

That look was more than enough, and who's dumb enough to fight on a busy street at 1PM?... He'll never wants to meet me again. Thank god he was stupid enough to say that he lives on Riverside, while having his LiveCam on. The irony almost gave him a heartattack.

Anyway, back to the SOB that gave me a black eye. He's a 40 year old Mexican who divorced his wife a short while ago. Explains the short anger-fuse. He's been arrested by the NYPD, and kept in a jailcell for a few nights. Explains the pissed off behavior. He's a general a-hole, either way. Explains the reason of why he decided to kick a hole in my door. He' was a street fighter during his younger years. Explains why I went at him with a wooden stick, instead of my hands. Actually, it was a broom stick,the broom part,I hammered off to use it as a ass-kicking-bat.

He punched me in the right eye, and give me a knee in the stumach. 'Nuff reason to slam a broom to hell, and whack the crazy Hombré with. I actually went this crazy, that I didn't notice the cops were already called and pulled up the parkway. At that point I also broke the last part of the broom stick on the ****head's back.

I made a run for it, but for some reason the cops pulled their weapons and threathned to shoot if I didn't stop fleeing. All of the sudden, I was the madman. Okay, I beat the living hell out of a somewhat old man with a broom stick, and made a run for it. That's lets see...

- Domestic Dispute
- Intentionally Hurting a Man using a weapon
- Fleeing
- Resisting Arrest

Quite a list. Not to mention, that this morning I broke his car windows. I wonder if he found out already, havn't seen him today. Yet. His crapshack Lincoln Contental will face some hurting, I said. And I barely, well actually sometimes break a promise. Ah well, when a brick flies through my kitchen window, I'll know it.

What the hell, I've had my revenge. And, I found GTAIII and played it again. Last save was "10 Febuary 2004, 5:16PM - The Exchange". I always loved to use those Inf. Health/Armor, putting on those "Peds have Weapons" and "Peds Riot" cheatcodes. It's Liberty City during wartime. Had a helluva time.