I have some bad ass neighbor kids. Seriously. There parents need parenting classes or something. They are never watched and let to do whatever they please. The first day I moved in. I set my patio set outside the door of my patio and about an hr later I saw the kids with the legs playing swords with them, and 2 were broke laying on the ground. (I had a talk with them)Asked where they lived and if there parents were home. Guess the parent wasn't parent enough to come outside because they came back out saying, He was not home. So anyways to go on with my story... Today and everyother day, They find something to break. They were smashing cameras on the sidewalk outside the patio's leaving the crushed pieces all over. They continue to throw balls which strike my patio door window about 2 or 3 times a day. Thowing books on top of the roof. Where are there parents? Do they just let them run around breaking things, unattended not caring? I don't know. But I also found them peeping in windows, MINE. They also broke into the washing machine in the basement so now we only have one washer and dryer. So tonight I have made it a goal to teach these little hoodlums a lesson!!! I have dug out my strobe light. I plan to dress as a dead woman and wait for them to stare out into my window and have the strobe light blaring. I figure I can scare them to death and hopefully they will go crying to mommy or whoever, And avoid looking into my windows at all cost. A bigger reward will be if they are so scared they won't come near my patio at all anymore, and tell all there friends that there is a ghost or scarry woman that lives there. I live in a apt building where the landlord could care aless. We have illegal cable strung all over the common area. It is a nightmare. I never knew that this part of life even existed in this town. It is like a place of its own. Any ideas? I am not a vocal person, and stay to myself most of the time. I don't find a voice or the nerve to talk to anyone. And if you seen half the people that lived here. I don't think I would approch them and tell them to watch there dam kids.. I might end up in the newspaper. A woman stabbed her boyfriend in the apt next door about 2 months ago. I found this out after I moved in. Lovley I tell ya.
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