When I rounded the corner to go to work this morning I saw it out of the corner of my eye and I immediately stopped in the middle of the street. I could feel the blood rush to my head as this red spray paint mocked me. To make matters worse I had made the conscious decision to bring the pups inside last night but for some reason I knew it was a bad idea.
After living there for more than 6 years I have noticed that gang graffiti has steadily gotten worse in the past five months or so and I've always kept an eye out for such antics. Now it happened to me. Now I'm pissed. Now I'm on Safari. My friend pointed me to a pimp website that sells tricks, trinkets and what-not which will make 'stalking' even easier...and, well...more fun. I'm thinking a nice little bound and gagged trip out to the deserts of Ft. Morgan and Brush would suffice - à la Casino - bat to hands kinda shit. Of course I'm talking out my azz right now because it's almost impossible catch these future tax dollar sucking - three hots and a cot in a six by six - degenerates but I'm so angry I can't even see straight.
And, rightly so....I worked really hard on that fence. I dug all the post holes myself, set the posts perfectly level, measured and cut the rails and added all the cedar pickets. What I gotz, isn’t much...but I work really hard to make it nice. Is it so much to ask that my shit be respected?
Offender: Worthless f*ckin' statistic...think you're tough? You're all hard and bad because you're in a gang? NSM(s) like you taught ME back in the day. I'd go knuckles with you on my worst day. You aren't shit. You're a bottom-feeder...a second thought. Be tough...do it on your own...the hard way. Get a job...work hard for the food YOU have in YOUR refrigerator...pay a mortgage. That's what makes you hard. That's what bad really means. Until then, keep tagging my shit and I'll keep cleaning up your spew...but one day...one day I'll catch you. My phone doesn't dial 911 so you better hope that nice little old lady across the street didn't take her sleeping pills - because I'll get ya and when I do - you'll never be able to hold a spray can again.
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I know it sounded all militant yesterday but I felt so much better after I wrote that.
4 comments:
wondering: It's true. I'm a lover - not a fighter (though I used to be). Peace is what I crave. It's stuff like this that gets me fired up. I hate the feeling one gets when they *forced* to be a victim...thus, I vent.
blondie: gracias! It'll all be done and back to normal this time tomorrow.
You soooo need to make a sign that reads Fence Taggers Are Pussies and hang it out there.
Not cool at all, I say we cut there balls off.
Hot T Finder: If I catch 'em, they'll pay in some form or fashion. My phone still doesn't dial 911 and I still refuse to be a victim.
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