Summer 2004: It sounds like the start of a bad joke. A black guy, Vietnamese guy and a Mexican guy break into my brother's apartment. Roger and his then-girlfriend Tracy come home and find the culture club, I mean, intruders. Roger chases them off with a bread knife.
A few hours later: The culture club comes back. This time, they put a gun to Tracy's head and pin a monkey wrench to Roger's back. They take Roger's car keys in an attempt to steal the car. Tucson Police happened to be on its way to respond to Roger's first call. The imminent arrival of the cops scares the bad guys, who leave the car and the scene. They were never caught.
Fall 2004: Tracy's car is stolen. Some parts are returned via theft recovery.
Early 2005: Roger buys large club that locks steering wheel.
Monday: Roger's much coveted car is broken into in his new apartment complex's parking lot.
Yesterday: The car is finally successfully stolen. Guess the club didn't work. Seeya later, car. Roger is okay, he says he's sort of used to this stuff.
