Reason number twelve why I loathe the suburbs.

The local police just rang the doorbell. The neighbor kids are apparently out of jail again (and I use the term loosely; the first time this happened, they were kids. They're well beyond that now, IIRC, at least chronologically) and decided to have a little fun last night. Now, "fun" in their sense of the word is not "going bowling with your friends" or "watching the game" or "reading a good book." "Fun" for them is "Hahahah, let's go get pissed and find big rocks and throw them at things! Oooh, and we can steal shit too..." Anyway, the police asked if the car parked in front of the house is ours. (It is; it's my dad's '68 Bronco. Granted, the thing's a PoS and he's replacing it this summer, but still.) You can guess from their definition of the word "fun" what they did to it. *sigh*

People suck, you know that?

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Just on for a little bit longer, to say two things.

First off, I changed my default icon as I was getting sick of seeing the old one on the supportboard.

Second, as it turns out, I really shouldn't listen to conversations at the front door from the top of the stairs. Turns out it wasn't a rock that the kids threw at Dad's car but about a dozen eggs. Same with every car on the block. One house got TP'd.

*sings "People Are Strange" and wanders off*