Random Acts of Violence
Last Friday, I carpooled with friends to hike El Cajon Mountain, and when I got back, I saw that someone had bashed the windshield of my car. At first I thought it was a freak accident and looked around for whatever had hit my car — rocks, road debris, whatever — but I couldn’t find anything amiss. The windshield had been hit dead center, and in the middle of the rings of shattered glass was a long rectangular depression, so…