Ace1432
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So i am sitting down, finally, for the first time in a few hours. i need to vent so heres the story.
our neighbors are mexican. they have 3 families living in one house. being so, there are ALWAYS kids outside making a racket and playing. They play soccer all over, in the middle of the road, they play full on basketball in their tiny driveway. their balls are always bouncing over and bumping into OUR house and our cars. we live in close proximity to our neighbors, prolly less than 30-40' between our houses, so yeah it is inevitable that young careless mexican children playing full on soccer are gonna end up hitting our house.
today there were 4 teenagers out there playing soccer; i had met 2 of them through a friend, so we were acquainted, i didnt know who the other two were. BUT ANYWAYS, my dad had left to grab something at the store and i heard them slamming their soccer ball into their own house and i heard it hit ours a few times. i had the thought to go out and tell them to cool it when my dad got back, but i was busy vacuuming my up my room.
so my dad ended up getting home and i had finished up vaccuming, so i was on my way to put the vacuum away when i heard their ball hit our livingroom window. my dad jumped out of his chair and bolted outside. i watched him run right up to one of the dudes and get RIGHT IN his face yelling and chest bumping the kid. next thing i know he has the dude by the throat and they started to wrestle around as the other dudes started to close in. i threw on my shoes and ran outside yelling. the kids i knew instantly backed off and told their buddy to aswell, they were like "yo your old man is crazy man! he went off on us, we dont want any trouble bro." sadly, i knew this because i saw the whole incident play out like it was on tv infront of me. i grab my dad and start telling him to get back into the house as i apologize to everyone.
the kid my dad was fighting with ran up on the deck and started talking smack to my dad, so my dad pushed past me and took his belt off and was trying to buckle whip the kid
i grab my dad and start shovin him towards the house, then the kid started talking smack to me!
im thinking, c'mon kid, BAD move, if you are seeing just how WILD my old man is, you KNOW ill tear ya apart. Im a stoic, peaceful guy normally. ive been in a few scraps when i was a bit younger, but they just taught me that it really isnt worth it all in the end. BUT, these days if someone REALLY pushes me to the limit of having to get physical with them, i put all consequences aside and make it worth my while. im just crazy like that.
BACK TO THE STORY, as i turn around to address the kid running his mouth, i realize his buddies were already dragging him away, so i wave and apologize, they say its cool, and me and my pa get inside. I go off on him."what were you thinking, you cant put hands on someone! i saw you try to choke out that dude, you cant do that!!"
'oh that ****er had it coming. im tired of this bulls---.'
"you were on your way to getting jumped, you could gotten your ass beat out there!"
'i coulda taken all of those ****ers at once!'
I talk him down and tell him to cool off for a bit. i find out he is still having a real hard time with the passing of my mother some months ago, so we had a little chat about that.
my pa is almost 60 and he has a bad heart and high blood pressure. his dad died of heart cancer and his doctors are telling him that he is right on the same track unless he starts taking steps to improve his condition. that was my biggest fear during the entire fiasco; i didnt want him to get too worked up and have a stroke or a heart attack while these chumps kick him into the ground.
after a little while i went to check on him and noticed he went back outside and was in their yard. i watched out the window as he apologized and shook all of their hands, squashing the beef presumably.
so by now everything has settled down and i got my dad back into his zen for now. ill admit when i saw the scuffle begin, that jolt of adrenaline felt pretty awesome.
oh ya, and if you EVER come round these parts. TAKE YER DAMN SOCCER ELSEWHERE.

our neighbors are mexican. they have 3 families living in one house. being so, there are ALWAYS kids outside making a racket and playing. They play soccer all over, in the middle of the road, they play full on basketball in their tiny driveway. their balls are always bouncing over and bumping into OUR house and our cars. we live in close proximity to our neighbors, prolly less than 30-40' between our houses, so yeah it is inevitable that young careless mexican children playing full on soccer are gonna end up hitting our house.
today there were 4 teenagers out there playing soccer; i had met 2 of them through a friend, so we were acquainted, i didnt know who the other two were. BUT ANYWAYS, my dad had left to grab something at the store and i heard them slamming their soccer ball into their own house and i heard it hit ours a few times. i had the thought to go out and tell them to cool it when my dad got back, but i was busy vacuuming my up my room.
so my dad ended up getting home and i had finished up vaccuming, so i was on my way to put the vacuum away when i heard their ball hit our livingroom window. my dad jumped out of his chair and bolted outside. i watched him run right up to one of the dudes and get RIGHT IN his face yelling and chest bumping the kid. next thing i know he has the dude by the throat and they started to wrestle around as the other dudes started to close in. i threw on my shoes and ran outside yelling. the kids i knew instantly backed off and told their buddy to aswell, they were like "yo your old man is crazy man! he went off on us, we dont want any trouble bro." sadly, i knew this because i saw the whole incident play out like it was on tv infront of me. i grab my dad and start telling him to get back into the house as i apologize to everyone.
the kid my dad was fighting with ran up on the deck and started talking smack to my dad, so my dad pushed past me and took his belt off and was trying to buckle whip the kid


im thinking, c'mon kid, BAD move, if you are seeing just how WILD my old man is, you KNOW ill tear ya apart. Im a stoic, peaceful guy normally. ive been in a few scraps when i was a bit younger, but they just taught me that it really isnt worth it all in the end. BUT, these days if someone REALLY pushes me to the limit of having to get physical with them, i put all consequences aside and make it worth my while. im just crazy like that.
BACK TO THE STORY, as i turn around to address the kid running his mouth, i realize his buddies were already dragging him away, so i wave and apologize, they say its cool, and me and my pa get inside. I go off on him."what were you thinking, you cant put hands on someone! i saw you try to choke out that dude, you cant do that!!"
'oh that ****er had it coming. im tired of this bulls---.'
"you were on your way to getting jumped, you could gotten your ass beat out there!"
'i coulda taken all of those ****ers at once!'
I talk him down and tell him to cool off for a bit. i find out he is still having a real hard time with the passing of my mother some months ago, so we had a little chat about that.
my pa is almost 60 and he has a bad heart and high blood pressure. his dad died of heart cancer and his doctors are telling him that he is right on the same track unless he starts taking steps to improve his condition. that was my biggest fear during the entire fiasco; i didnt want him to get too worked up and have a stroke or a heart attack while these chumps kick him into the ground.
after a little while i went to check on him and noticed he went back outside and was in their yard. i watched out the window as he apologized and shook all of their hands, squashing the beef presumably.
so by now everything has settled down and i got my dad back into his zen for now. ill admit when i saw the scuffle begin, that jolt of adrenaline felt pretty awesome.

oh ya, and if you EVER come round these parts. TAKE YER DAMN SOCCER ELSEWHERE.
