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When I lived in that building in NYC someone was making long distance calls on my apartment landline. I determined that they must be coming in my third floor window. One of my windows didn’t have a lock, it was a 130 year old building. It had a little 8 inch wide ledge running around every floor. The risk of a fall didn’t seem worth stealing a few hundred dollars worth of calls. I unplugged my phone and took it to school with me. A week later I get home and my apartment had been trashed and a note was left that said, ‘buy a new phone’.

I went to the hardware store and bought some white grease and a sponge mop, I greased the ledge in both direction as far as I could reach. A week later I come home to a commotion with an ambulance. The nig that called me ‘cracker’ was being carted off. Someone said he must have fallen out of a window. I never saw him again and my break-ins stopped.