I was all prepped to work on Tonight, but JFC:
Yesterday evening some hooligans were throwing rocks and stuff at my house and my neighbours called the cops. I didn't hear any strong impact or the likes, so chances are whatever they were chucking weren't sizable, but the nice old lady next door almost got hit, and I'm ticked off.
After a night of rest and reflection I went searching for peaceful solutions, since I was brought up by Asian grandparents and had I done the same, their solution would've been to smash my arms to pieces, and thus render me incapable of throwing anything at any other thing ever again because DISHONOUR! Which is overkill.
I didn't think my search would yield results, but apparently I have too much faith in humanity. 'Lo and behold, idiots are everywhere. There are stories of teens on bridges dropping cinder blocks on cars.
There are also people on forums excusing that sort of thuggish behaviour with stuff that loosely paraphrases as "kids will be kids".
WHAT. (Please don't reproduce.) I will not stand for your insult to children everywhere.
Some write it off with lame excuses like how it's one of those phases everyone goes through. I beg you not to group me with lowlifes 'kthanxbai.
In one of those instances a passing driver in an RAV4 snapped, pulled over, and shot the dummy with a crossbow. In another, this gang of brats was harrassing a senior in her sixties, setting her garbage on fire, breaking her windows and other repeated acts of vandalism. The lady finally got fed up and gunned them down.
Both cases ended without casualties, but some morons are less fortunate than others, and those incidents sparked heated debates, the gist of which goes:
Property can be easily replaced. A life cannot be.
So true. And that's why you don't risk your life by destroying someone else's property.
ROFL. I'm torn.
As funny and cathartic as the news and the discussion surrounding it are, I treasure my potted plants too much to resort to measures like dropping them on my trespassers' heads from the second floor, assuming they carry anything on those shoulders of theirs. No, really, they look my age. Judging. щ(ಠ益ಠщ) My peers disappoint me.
Dear douchebags, get off my lawn. YOLO, shop downtown, volunteer abroad, read books at the public library, go to a museum, see a therapist. My home is not your playground. You are free to hurl projectiles so long as you aim at each other. If not then keep your thrice-damned hands in your thrice-damned pants. Why must you not only deface my property but also subject me to the sight of those pants? Why? Go away and stay away.
In the meantime, I chill in my yard and eat watermelons.