Punk Kids Down the Street...

I saw you, you little punks. I saw you lob those eggs at Ann's car. Ann, the 86-year-old woman who lives across the street. And we called the police, not that they probably care. I'm sure they've got better things to do than go after asshole teenagers throwing eggs, but I hope they will at least come talk to you, maybe scare the shit out of you.

Here's the history on this oh-so-upstanding family that lives down the street:

Grandma came to live with the family (wife's mother). Grandma's name is Jody. She was expected to clean, cook, take care of the kids, and sleep on the couch. She didn't even have a car, so she was stuck in the house all day. About a month ago, Jody's brother, an ex-con, shows up and moves in 2 houses down. This guy asks Ken (Ann's son, who owns a construction business) for a job, and Ken gives him one.

A couple of weeks ago, Jody and her daughter had a screaming, cussing fight out in the middle of the street. Jody's daughter threw her out. So, Jody moved in with her brother 2 houses down.

Apparently (this is 2-hand info), Jody and her brother go to a lovely little establishment called "Boomerz" to drink very often. One night, around 11 PM, they came knocking on Ann's (the 86-year old woman) door to get his daily paycheck. Ken, Ann's son, told him to never come on the property again.

About a week ago, the man Jody and her brother are living with called Jody from a strip club and told her that if he didn't score that night, for her to be 'ready' for him. Nice. So, Jody told her brother, and her brother and the man get in a knock-down, drag-out fight, in the middle of the street again.

It gets worse. So, Jody and her brother go knocking on our next-door neighbor's door at 2 AM. They get her to give them money, and then ask her to take them down town. She tells them no, but that she would take them to the nearest bus stop. So she does.

So, Ken (Ann's son), tell's Jody's brother that if we see them in this neighborhood again, we will be calling the police. So that brings us to the egg throwing incident today. I guess the teenagers heard Ken talked to their great-uncle, and didn't like it.

I'm so glad we're moving. Fucking trashy-ass people living in this neighborhood.