For starters... I did land myself a full time job... one related to my degree. (Hopefully I won't have it for long... I am hoping a better paying more fun type job will call me this week.) Anyhow, my "in the meantime" plan was to get a part time retail gig to keep the cash flowing in. Well I went from having no job to having 2. I intend to keep the part time retail gig because the discounts are fabulous and it's really easy money. I got free lipgloss tonight which was totally cool (I did not steal it, it's a perk of the job... free samples). So I worked the part time retail gig tonight and then went to P. Diddy's house for a bit. I got home around 12:30 and was talking to my mom about some stuff, when Busta started flipping out. I went to the front window to see what was up and there were about 20 punks in front of our house. So I stepped out to see what they were doing. They were in our neighbor's yard, but then they came in our yard and they got a little too close to my car for me to feel comfortable so I walked over to the driveway and yelled, "Hey" I was gonna leave it at that, figuring they'd probably hit the happy trail... but a blazer pulled up in front of our house and like 6 girls (ranging from age 14-16) hopped out. I could tell they were only 14 or so based on their boob size (or lack thereof). They seemed a little shocked to see me walking back to the porch but they were retarded enough to start vandalizing our neighbor across the street's house. I figured they obviously weren't too bright, so I said, "Do you live there?" for which they so cleverly replied, "They know we're doing this" and I know Mike... he runs a tight ship so I knew he'd not appreciate their artistic endeavors, so I called them out. I said, "Alright then, I'll call Mike and see if he wants to help you then" They all hopped in the car. Not too much longer after that, two cop cars pulled up and they got in trouble. I could see everything perfectly, the cops knocked on the neighbors' door to let them know what was going on. I am not sure of what else was going on because I couldn't hear everything they were saying. Busta was barking and they weren't talking loud enough. My mom seemed to get a little pissy because she was afraid they might do something to our house, but I figured we have 2 attack dogs and I can identify their car, besides we are dealing with some really fucking stupid kids. When I was their age, I wouldn't have tried those unoriginal methods of vandalism... taping a brick mailbox on a well-lit street on a Friday night hardly seems like it would do any damage. I was out on a Tuesday night putting dead frogs in people's mailboxes. I was a smart bad kid... it's all about not getting caught. Regardless, I've become an old fart. I should have just let it go, they're too stupid to have any real fun and it's not my mailbox. Mike can kind of be a jerk sometimes anyhow. I do feel bad because the neighborhood kids pick on his kids. They can't help it their dad's a douche. Kids are so stupid these days... tape on a brick mailbox? These shit-for-brains are the future of America. I sound like an old fart again. What do I care? Perhaps I am an old fart.