So we go out. It was drizzling, as it does this time of year, and the wind was blowing. She does her thing, and we turn to walk back and BAM! This gang of MEXICAN PUNKASS-PUNK ASSDARTS starts walking toward us, going, "aaayyyy,,,,chica, wit' da doggie..whassup, chica?" "Hey essay, check her OUT, mang..."
(HOLY SHIT) is the only thing going through my head. I just ignored them, and that seemed to piss them off more, so they approached us going, "ah, white girl not GOOD enough for us?" And one of them kicked my dog, hard enough to make her yelp. DO NOT FUCK WITH MY DOG! I got pissed and told them to knock it off and told them to just leave us alone, then one of the other guys said "get this white bitch, essay, she "things" she better than us," and then before I could start running, little fucker karate-kicked me in my ribs.
LUCKILY, I didn't fall down and I ran home and got in long enough to lock the door, and two minutes after that they threw an M-80 or some damn fireworks shit at my door.
I'm SO glad I moved HERE. FUCK.
Doesn't seem to matter WHERE I am in this country now, I am officially a MINORITY. I am NOW a CRACKER. Pretty soon *I'M* gonna need a fucking GREEN CARD.
FUCKERS.
I called the cops, they helped, my next door neighbor came over and helped out (what a way to meet your neighbor), and this morning you bet your ASS I told the office that if this is the kind of shit I can expect I want my security deposit AND my pet deposit back and I am OUT OF HERE.
JESUS with a HOOLAH HOOP! FUCK!
The police told me that this is REALLY unusual for this neighborhood, and they've been looking for these little punks (not so little, in their TWENTIES, christ-would-you-graduate-already) for awhile.
What the FUCK have I gotten myself INTO here? I also met the "security guy," who's assured me that they will "beef up" their patrol at night. No offense, but he is also a "whitie."
Yeah. FUCK. This is just what I needed right now.
Happy HNT, kiddos! I'd moon you, but I'm busy barricading the place.
7 comments:
Holy Crudlickers!
Sounds like you're lucky to get out of that situation in one piece.
Stay safe and carry some mace.
monk ~ welcome to my crib! LOL I do feel pretty lucky to have gotten out of that one. I hadn't been carrying, but I made sure that my mace still worked yesterday. I may have killed a tree, but at least I'll be protected now.
And everyone told me coming to Iraq was dangerous!
I'm glad you're okay! Sounds like you are going to have to start packing some heat just to take your dog for a walk.
I hate it that you had to deal with that, and right when you moved in, too. You're safe, you're okay, and I'm glad of that, but I'm wondering (for the future, God forbid) if mace is going to be enough against a whole group of street terrorists. I'm guessing that your Latino neighbors despise these guys as much as you do-- maybe something good will come out of all of this.
Holy crap!
I'm so sorry that had to happen to you. Hopefully, it's not a common occurance.
(((HUGS)))
Start carrying grenades.
Even the so-called nice neighborhoods are not really that nice.
As increasing numbers of people become one or 2 paychecks away from desparation, so go the neighborhoods that they call home.
Even the tonier parts of town don't escape this wonderful social phenomenon, but the way of this country will never see "from each according to his ability to each accroding to his need" (the words of Karl Marx) as a political philosophy anytime soon.
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