Break in My car, and my house got broken into last night. My wife left the passenger door unlocked and the guy got in and stole my Pioneer head unit and 20 CD's. Then he broke into the house through the front door, with us home. At 3:00AM, he was walking down stairs. My wife woke me up saying it sounded like someone was in the house. So I get up see the front door open, and if it isn't locked with the deadbolt the wind can sometimes blow it open, the doorjamb needs repaired, but I fixed it IF the deadbolt is locked. So I close it and lock the door. I turn around and see the light on in the stairway, and a guy walks up. I walk in and being blind like I am without my contacts I ask who he is and what the **** he is doing. And I quote. "Nothin homie, I aint doin nuthin" At which time he shoves me back. I am 5'11" and 220 not really fat, he is about 6'1" ( or mebey the shoe-no shoe height difference) but is bigger than me. But I tackle him in the dining room and push his head to the floor about ready to step on his throat when he finally manages to push me off, get up and take two steps before I am on him again. I grab him and throw him onto our coffee table in the living room hoping it will break and I will be able to beat his ass with a broken leg of the table. It doesn't however and he manages to get up and push me back yet again and make it to the door. By this time he has dropped the Pioneer head unit, the CD's and I have pulled off his shirt and he is bleeding. I get to the door as he is unlocking it and start punching him in the side, he manages to sissy cry and spin around, he gets the door open and runs like a mother****er. I jump out the door only to realise I am in my boxers and yelling at him that if he wants a real ass beating to come back. He yells **** you and runs off. Cops come, fingerprints, take my stuff the was stealing for evidence, and ask that we come down today for fingerprints to isolate his from the car, doors, and lightswitches. He left a almost complete hand print and two clear fingerprints on the glass part of our coffee table and blood on the floor, table and head unit. ****ing chicken pussy. They haven't found him yet, but with the fingerprints, blood and palm print if he has been this stupid before he is going away for awhile. If not then I hope he tries it again, I could use some target practice, moving living breathing target practice. This is a good reason for me to have a gun. Pop that ****er in the legs and break some ribs while I wait for the cops to get there. I am now really leaving for the mountaints, where the worst I have to fear is the wildlife. But they don't just break in and steal ****.