As a former resident of San Francisco, I must admit I fantasized about stringing up the thievin' crackhead scumbag who busted my car window to steal 46Ā¢ out of the glovebox, and after the third or fourth such incident, even the most tolerant San Franciscan considers recruiting a bunch of fellow Dirty Harrys to clean out the joint. However, in most cases this sort of thing never gets beyond the grumbling "why, I oughta..." stage. Until now, when Allen Broussard, arrested for car break-ins eight times in the last 18 months, was blown away by the enraged owner of a car stereo Broussard was extracting. [San Francisco Chronicle]