Stop it Already
I’m trying to get my work on for the day but it is being impeded by a monumental battle taking shape between myself and some piss-ant punk kid who is picking up loose pieces of asphalt from our crumbling back ally and throwing them at squirrels, the foundation, and on top of our roof. The roof thing put me over the edge. I put down my plate of eggo waffles, threw open the window and barked my disapproval at this child, who looks like he walked straight off the pages of a Bloom County comic strip. The response I got back from the kid was a sharp high pitched, “WHERRN!”. Great. Now I’m dealing with a kid who thinks he’s a pterodactyl. I don’t even know where this monster came from. I’ve never seen him before. This doesn’t bode well for the rest of my day.