Punks Rant
I swear these kids piss me off.
Punks with eggs.
Cowardly bastards that have to sneak up our street at night, nailing whatever cars they come across, because they don't have the BALLS to try anything when we're outside.
I could understand it if they had a beef with one house and nailed it over and over. At least there would then be a reason, however twisted. This is just random vandalism. These cars one night, some different cars a couple of weeks later, and so on. I guess they find this more fun than jerking off.
I've been looking into infrared cameras to catch them, but the thought of spending $300 to catch some loser PUNKS galls me. I swear we should roll back the laws to the 1800's and let people shoot them. God knows enough of my neighbors are armed to tackle the situation. There's half a dozen guns in my house alone (my old man used to be on the U.S. national civilian pistol team--he even beat the national champion once).
A new family moved in a few months ago a few houses down from me, and their teenage son is your typical punk bastard. Driving down the street at 50mph, blasting his radio at 11pm (BOOM...BOOM...BOOM), yelling curses in the middle of the afternoon when little kids are outside. He's got the typical derelict look; drives around shirtless, with the obligatory reversed baseball cap. Several of us suspect its either him or his (loud) punk friends.
I have a souped-up radio in my car, too. Two amps, active crossovers, MB Quart speakers and sub, Eclipse head, yada, yada, yada. But I TURN IT DOWN IN RESIDENTIAL AREAS. The only place I blast it anymore is on the highway, away from everyone.
Whoever it is, he's messing with the wrong guy. I've lived here over 25 years. I know two politicians, upwards of eight cops, and some police dispatchers. If I catch him, his ass is grass.
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