Oh man, such a long story, where can I start?

Ok. I live in New Hampshire, and not in a ghetto area or anything like that...I have a few neighbors worth mentoning: It all started when a kid named Rob started hanging out with us. Over this last school year, he made a couple of friends. They're pretty big trouble makers, and they're nothing but trouble. Once the summer started, is when everything came crashing down.

Last Friday, the 20th, a couple of the kids decided to set off a m80 firework, mixed with some other shit, that was considered a bomb. Now my mom and step dad walked out seeing one of the kids with fingers in his ears, looking strait at the bomb. Just as my mom said "What's going on?" The bomb exploded firing shrapnel and dust all over the place. So my mom got mighty pissed and called the police. The police came, everyone ran, and my mom started talking to the cops. As the kids rounded the corner, the cop asked "Is that them?" and she said "Yes". All the kids stopped for questioning, except for one, who gave him attitude, and got arrested. The kids who set off the bomb didn't get arrested. This started a large hatred against my mom (But not me)

Another occurrence: Coming home from a handbell concert, we drove down our street to see our adult neighbor, and another girl adult neighbor arguing. When asked, the woman said the neighbor exploded in her face, talking shit about alcohol and ratting kids out. A kid stepped in the middle of them, and the neighbor almost kicked the living shit out of him. The cops were called, again, and nobody was arrested.

Now, last night exactly (The 25th) my mom was home alone (I was at my dads, and my step dad was in Michigan) and at about 10 P.M. She received a little present. It appeared that one of the neighbors decided to blow up a bunch of condoms, and tie them into a bouquet, and leave it on my front porch. Funny huh? I actually laughed when my mom told me about it. She called the cops, determined to call the cops whenever something small or big happens.

Now today, something funny happened. I was home alone, and a trouble making 8 or 9 year old comes up the street with a water balloon in his hand. I ducked, wanting him to throw it, and watched as it hit our front door. He didn't run, just casually walked away, while I got my shoes on, ran out the front door and yelled "Now what the fuck do you think your doing, and who the fuck do you think you are little guy?" He answered "Huh? Shut up Tony, I'll kick your ass" I almost laughed. I then answered "Now Tucker, come over here, and throw another water balloon at my house, then we'll see who's doing the ass kicking" He shut up and flipped me off. That was it..I went over and threw his ass in to his garden. I then picked up the crying boy, and gave him to his mom, saying "Your little fucker here is throwing shit at my house" She obviously didn't like that and said "Tony, leave my property before I call the police" I then answered "Stacy, you're a dirty whore, and a peice of shit, and you're a terrible mother." I then left.

Concerned about tonight? Well don't be, nothing happened. I'm guessing it was because I was here. Every time something happens, I'm not at home. Funny huh?

Feel free to post reactions, and any advice to stop this bullshit.

bump. guys please read, i really want some reactions, and it took me awhile to type this shit.

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