What a shock. Our habitual criminal [henceforth known as 'Colorado258163A', as designated by the temporary tags] took the liberty of adding an aftermarket alteration, turning 17th October 2003 into 27th October 2003; not only is this moron guilty of trespassing, but of fucking fraud.
     Oddly, I'm not surprised.
     As I was getting these snaps, the creature in question appeared and began screaming loudly and ebonically about the matter.
     'I's sowwy; I's movin it; I's dinna nuh I's parkin bind yall's cah; sawwy, sawwy; I's sawwy; ch'yall ain't godda do'at widda...I's sawwy....'
     Sawwy doesn't cut it; the word is 'deplorable'.
     Don't ask me why I didn't get a shot of her. Probably because I couldn't actually see anything anyway. Next time.
     In fact: that might be required. After the fact. This was the penultimate time. The final time, if and when it happens, I'm first recyling any such abandoned vehicle into a soda can, and then moving somewhere else. There are signs that anyone with a third-grade education [and such highly-educated people are so ubiquitous in this neighbourhood, of course] making it really fucking clear that you can't park here--in my spot or behind my car--without a damned permit. More often than not, mine's the only car in the fucking zipcode with such a permit. It ends now.

--Gremlin

PS: if you don't hear from me for a few days, it's because I've moved someplace else, and I'm waiting for my cablemodem to catch up with me....