I am simply not there

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May 08
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I will break your fucking head.

So I wake up this morning to find both my wife’s car and my car’s tire slashed, as well as some neighbors car tires.  I know who the little fuck is.  He came to my house last week trying to run some bullshit ‘by my magazine and help me get points for graduation’ bullshit.  I told him no and believe it or not he tried to argue with me about it, here’s some of the conversation

Me: ‘there are a thousand of you guys coming through here all the time, leave my house’

Asshole kid: ‘you don’t want to help me out’

Me: ‘get the fuck off of my front porch and have a good day’

Asshole kid: ‘God bless you’ said with sarcasm and now that I think about it the glint of revenge in his eyes.

I know what this kid looks like because of the monster sized scar on the left side of his neck, he will stand out.  You may ask how I know it’s him, well, the kid also went to another house which happens to be a good friend of mine.  Asshole kid talked to my friends mom and had the same attitute, but something very distinct stuck out.  The kid was carrying a beat up pseudo-order magazine pamphlet that had many hand drawn black stars on the front, apparently he’s a Van Gogh.  My friends mom reported the same stars on the front, as well as did the neighbors; who all turned him down right away.  If you need more information about the character of said asshole then I point you to the multiple different stories he gave to each neighbor about his plight.  I know this kid did it, and I know that if I see him anywhere I will commence with interogation.  This kind of behavior of this asshole kid is why people murder and hurt eachother, it will never go away because we’re human.  What I do know is that I will find immense satisfaction in hitting him a few times with a very large fist clutching a roll of quarters.  You folks have a nice day.