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Freshman year of college, I walked out to the garage to find someone with the back door of my car open looking around. I was dumb to leave it unlocked, but there's a police station one floor up and I didn't think anyone would be so ballsy. I said something like "Hey, find what you're looking for?" and whacked him in the side of the knee with the back half of my pool cue, which I carried because I didn't have a case for it (this was one of the few times in my life that I had a movie-like moment when I smoothly talked and acted as if I had rehearsed it.) Figures I was parked to the side of a fixed camera, but I didn't notice anything missing and didn't take the time to report it.
These days, my only real concerns for theft are my car, which I owe money on, and my guns. Even if I have no legal liability if someone steals them and uses them in violent crimes, I would still feel pretty shitty about it.
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