|Current mood:|| discontent|
Spent the morning helping my dad put up some barbed wire on an apartment building we own. We're having problems with our damn neighbor a few houses down. It's an apartment complex and it's increasingly clear its the supermarket for drug users. People drive up to the street and go into their complex to buy drugs. What's worse, some of these fools who sell the stuff try to sneak into our property to sell because we have some stair cases that easily concele them. We put a gate up and then they tore it down. We know they did it.
Damn assholes. I wish I could chop off their hands and throw their dismembered bodies on the street to be run over the the drug buyers who frequent that street. We spend so much time and effort in making our apartment building safe only to be frustrated by these unrelenting losers a few houses down. If I had the chance, I'd tie them to a chair and slash them with rusty razor wires across their faces...in a criss-cross fashion. That would be great fun. Do I really mean this? Probably not. But it greatly pleases me to picture it in my mind. Hopefully, our barbed wire will stop these fools from approaching our property.
Anyway, on the happy side, I heard from an old friend I haven't seen in about 2 years. He's now in LA and pursuing a music career but currently working as some kind of sound engineer for a video game company. Great to hear he's doing great.
Almost time for bed. Weather, getting hotter.