It's always something...

...tonight I have the dog out for her evening walk and of course fireworks are going off everywhere. No big deal they don't bother her. I get about a mile from my house when down the street I notice the neighborhood gang (3 black punks and one white kid who is trying desperately to live the life of an inner city gang member in a town of 45k people) on their bikes lighting fireworks. You can see where this is going. Keep in mind none of these kids are over 15, probably none close to 14. The youngest is maybe 11. Anyways, I see them lighting and throwing firecrackers from their bikes and see several cars stop, honk, etc. after they get one thrown at them. The whole time the kids are using language not heard even at a Salina Bass Club campout...so here I am, hoping they don't come my way or I know there will be trouble. Sure enough. I am up on the sidewalk and the three black kids flank me on the left and keep going. Whew, dodged that bullet. About that time here comes the white punk right behind me on the street and next thing I know I hear the fuse burn and the firecracker go off about 10 feet behind me. Scared me a lot more than the dog. The first time I was polite, and asked him what in the f*$# he thought he was doing and he said sorry about 2 times and rode off laughing to catch up with his buddies. Well this is enough to get my blood boiling but I collect my thoughts and keep walking. Thought about calling the cops, but after walking off a little steam I decide not to. I see these kids every night on my walk and they know where I live, so I figured I would let it slide to avoid any vandalism issues while I am at work and they are out jacking around while their caretakers sit at home and collect welfare.

Ahhh but the story does not end there. About 15 minutes later I am walking down a different street and sure enough, here they come. I place myself in the middle of the road, tell Jade to sit, and wait. A couple of the kids get out of the way early, but the white punk, wanting to prove how tough he was, makes the grave mistake of not moving til the last second. The kid in me wanted to rip the (edit) of his trike, but I knew that would land me in jail and I really don't need to be charged with a felony. I like guns too much. The ensuing exchange of words would have made any sailor proud, but of course they did their talking as they were riding away. By this point I am so mad I can't see straight and the dog is sitting there looking at me real funny. I think she is used to me talking like that towards her and was happy to see someone else get it?? Anyways, called the cops this time and came home to protect my house. Out on the street is one thing, but God help their souls if they set foot on my property. I'm sure I'll see them again, soon.

Anyone want to go for a walk some evening this week??