In the last year I have walked out a dozen times to find the contents of my car s rifled threw and change and small tools stolen many times. I have lost battery's, rims and tires 2 locked up bikes. Yard tools out of my shed. I don't even bother to lock the cars anymore. They just break windows to take what they want or to see if there is anything good to steal. This is (was) a good neighborhood. The only thing that has changed is we have a new family of thugs down the street.
A few days ago I was taking my son to his girl friends house and saw a lil sob with a big glob of ice in his mitts. maybe 8-10 years old. I though he isn't gonna be stupid enough to toss it is he?? Well guess what. He was. I got a nice dent in the door now. A little higher and I would probably been covered with glass at 40MPH. I locked up the brakes and it put the fear of god in the little prick. I jump out and yell WTF. Are you that F'n stupid? I did get to enjoy him running towards the curb while looking back at me and him hitting it and landing in the slush on all fours. I thought about following him down to his house. I have a rough ideal where the lil sob lives. But then I though this lil prick is gonna run yelling and screaming some old fat white dude is chasing me calling me names. I just let it go and drove on.
It will be interesting to see what happens in the long term. We had a similar issue about 13-14 years ago. The family eventually moved away and things got back to mostly normal. Hopefully I scared the crap out of him enough to make him stop, but I won't hold my breath. Time will tell.
A few days ago I was taking my son to his girl friends house and saw a lil sob with a big glob of ice in his mitts. maybe 8-10 years old. I though he isn't gonna be stupid enough to toss it is he?? Well guess what. He was. I got a nice dent in the door now. A little higher and I would probably been covered with glass at 40MPH. I locked up the brakes and it put the fear of god in the little prick. I jump out and yell WTF. Are you that F'n stupid? I did get to enjoy him running towards the curb while looking back at me and him hitting it and landing in the slush on all fours. I thought about following him down to his house. I have a rough ideal where the lil sob lives. But then I though this lil prick is gonna run yelling and screaming some old fat white dude is chasing me calling me names. I just let it go and drove on.
It will be interesting to see what happens in the long term. We had a similar issue about 13-14 years ago. The family eventually moved away and things got back to mostly normal. Hopefully I scared the crap out of him enough to make him stop, but I won't hold my breath. Time will tell.