Vandalism is a kick like few others that I have experienced in this sordid life of mine. I don’t feel guilty about any of it, as it was all paybacks, they all deserved it and then some, and they should have thought about that before they stole from me or wrecked my property.
A slingshot and a pellet makes a glass door collapse like a curtain, and at 5 AM, there’s no one around to hear or see a thing. A homemade bomb attached to a windshield of a car blows the windshield to bits and the sound of the explosion is both thrilling and terrifying. A sharp enough knife shreds right through a car tire. A firebomb on a front lawn burns a black hole right through the grass. A baseball bat swung at full speed smashes a front door right in. A telephone is actually one of the most terrorizing devices known to the average man. What fun you can have, what terror and misery you can spread with the mere touch of a dial.
It’s scary but vandalism/harassment crime is also one of the most exciting and exhilarating things I’ve even done. I see why men turn into criminals. Crime is a search and destroy, loot and run, terror and thrill rush like few others.
The only thing that comes close it is when some men have tried to kill me, and I had to try to kill them to escape, but that was 0% fun and 100% horror and terror. Even trying to kill a man is no fun. It’s sheer terror and horror almost as bad as when he’s trying to kill you. I don’t see how killers get off it. You have to be sick to enjoy something like that.
In contrast, crime’s half fun and half terror, and even the terror is sort of fun if you get away with it.