Damn dude I know exactly how you feel.
A couple years ago when I was working as a bar-tender at a local popular venue, I had just bought a brand new FG XR8 ute on the Friday.
That night I took it to work and parked it in our car park out the back.
The next morning I wake up, so excited to go out and wash my new car and polish it up, to notice a HUUGE, big, fat key mark zigzagged across my bonnet.
I actually nearly cried, I was in disbelief. Just bought my first powerful car for 50k, and someone damaged it first night.
So over the next week or two while I was at work I was just putting the word around asking the patrons if anyone knew anything about it.
About 2 weeks later a young dude that I'd see most weekends came up to me and said he knows who keyed it. Apparently he goes to TAFE in Perth and was sitting around and overheard a group of young guys talking about keying this car, bragging about ******* up some brand new XR8 ute's paint job.
So the young guy asked them if it was a blue one, and they said yeah, to which he replied that he knows the owner and is gonna let him know.
He told me where the guy works, so I rang his work and he wasn't there, but I let his boss know and said I'm gonna come down and beat the **** out of him and burn his car when he's in. The boss passed the message on and I got a phonecall from him the next day. He was crying histerically and couldn't say sorry enough
I asked why would anyone do that and he said "cause I thought it would be cool cause it's a Ford". I actually wanted to kill him. Who even thinks like that? Why? I'll never understand.
Anyway, I knew my panel beater quite well, he gave me a crazy low cash price to fix it, but printed up a quote more than double the price. The young dude got his steroid junkie friend to come and give it to me at work (I've still never seen this young bloke), and I bought the panel beater 2 cartons and had some extra cash to put towards my exhaust. Win-win!