I have no tolerance for scum like this and the pieces of garbage that broke into Davelybob’s pad. I don’t need to hear their supposed sad luck stories and don’t give a crap. Send them all to a giant meat grinder and make sausage out of them to feed the rest of their junkie garbage friends while they’re in prison, because Spam is too good for them.
THIS, THAT, AND THIS AND UH.
spot on how I feel about it.
On a lighter note, just took a long lunch with my lady to look at a nice little house for rent in a much nicer neighborhood. More hoosier, less ghetto. Nice big back yard with lots of sun for my garden- the old house never had enough sun to grow anything with those trees all around. Hope we can make it work, our credit is shit, but we shmoozed the landlord for over an hour listening to him talk about his genealogical research. I think he likes us, and he knows we make enough money to cover everything despite our bad credit. I guess we’ll see.
Son of a bitch davely! That’s horrible.
My advice, drive around that neighborhood you think they’re from till you find one of them. (You’ll find them!!) See where he lives and set that fucker’s house on fire when no one is looking! I’m no pyro but sometimes nothing can even the score like fire! And since your moving no retaliation! Win/win
We know what house they’re coming from Grumps. The other side of the power cut is a different jurisdiction. So the cop situation is weird. But they are closing in on them. They are stopping every young black man walking through the neighborhood and patting them down and running their IDs. Just about every one of them has a warrant out, so they are just sweeping them all up and putting pressure on them and intel is slowly dribbling out. But yes, fire sounds really nice. Explosion sounds better.
We went by the house Friday to pack more shit up, and two cop cars were sitting on the block, stopped to talk to them and it turns out Thursday night they hit the house across the street and down two houses- and this time they walked away with a couple handguns and a shotgun.
Saturday my lady had to watch her nieces while her mom took a parenting class to get more foster money (her sister is a fuck-up and the kids got taken away and are with her mom), I got my folks and 5 other people and we cleared that fucking house out and got it all into a storage locker at last.
This quasi-homelessness sucks, but I’m sooooo glad to be out of that fucking house. Those fuckers over there were getting more brazen by the day. Cars pulling up all day long, I just know they were moving shit in and out. 8-10 thugs standing in the street. They should bulldoze that whole fucking block.
Yesterday we went by the locker to dig some shit out we needed, and when I opened the door and she saw all our stuff packed in floor to ceiling, she had a little breakdown and cried and cried. She said she just wanted to wake up in our bed, get up and hang out on the couch with me and the dog, eat pancakes, and dream about our wedding. All I could tell her is that this doesn’t change who we are, we are good people, and yes, we were cheated, but that our day will come.
