Wow. I don't think I've ever been this pissed. A little history I dated this girl for about 3 years, and she lived with me, and my homie in our apartment. We were trying to get a record label deal. And to get known so much it's fuckin expensive we hanged posters all over town, spent tons of money on pressing up CDs. Anybody who has been in music should know it isn't easy unless you get lucky and get found. But we rapped about murder so it was hard to find a deal. We were pretty broke, there was weeks at a time dinners were only Top Ramen. But it was okay, because money isn't everything we just needed it - still happy without it. Rent was $600 so my girlfriend lived with us we didn't make her pay anything at all and she did take a lot of money but I was to whipped to really care. Anyway we moved to a house, she still lived with us. Eventually she could swear she saw me kissing another girl(the fuck?). So she broke up with me, she just took her clothes at the time. She still left some basic shit like jewelry, her stereo, and thats about it I think. Soon after she started dating a guy, it's ironic I ran into them at a store. She introduced me as the "bastard that cheats on women." Her mans name was Paul. So around 3:30ish I finally am tired enough to fall asleep. But before that I heard all this noise outback, but the wind was blowing all day. It wasn't noises like creepy ass rumbling in the bushes, like my gate moving, and I heard what sounded like a trash can falling over. Anyway so I'm asleep and I hear this fucking crash. Now I'm sure wind doesn't blow inside. On the way to the living room I heard my homie calling my name all panic like. So I go out there and my friend is basically on top of this guy holding him down with all his might, so I'm trippin. Shits everywhere the motherfucker went through our glass table. And just shit was everywhere. Our bong got broken, glass table did, and back door was broken. All glass. Anyway so I'm trippin like I said I go call the cops and tell them some guy broke into my house and my friend is holding him down. They're on their way I open the front door and help restrain the guy we're both holding him down, my friend is throwing punches at him, and would you guess who it was. Paul my ex's new boyfriend. I can't believe this so I start punching him. So to sum it up about 5 minutes later the cops come, they arrest him and search him. There was some jewelry(my ex girlfriends) and a grinder with weed in it(OUR grinder I might add). Well he's basically fucked. We got the jewelry back that wasn't even ours. And he was arrested. Been on the phone with insurance companies all fuckin day. So I sent a my ex a text it said "Really? You could of just came and asked." Then she called and left a voicemail bitching me out saying that I just messed up her life by getting her boyfriend arrested. And I'm thinking what the fuck? He broke into MY house. He costs us thousands of dollars. She's telling me I'm a snitch for calling the cops. My options were call the cops and get him fucked, or kill him - which I wouldn't. Now I would want to kill his ass, but I wouldn't do it. The cops got there at about 5ish. Been dealing with this shit all day. Just got off the phone, and they boarded up the back door. He's lucky our pitbull was in his cage. Oh well when I saw the "my house almost got broken into" thread I figured I'd make this since mine actually did.