Today I woke up to a flat tire. I thought it was weird but no big deal, knowing I drove it last night and it was fine that it obviously must have a small leak in it which is a cheap fix. So I snapped a pic, took the tire off, threw it in the minivan and headed off to wal-mart to have it fixed.
I didn’t really get a good look at the tire before I drove it down to get it fixed, didn’t think there was much too look for.
I dropped the tire off and since I had to wait I decided to browse the store. Not even ten minutes later I am getting paged back to the automotive department. Since I was just quoted an hour I knew there was a problem.
I quickly became the amusing soul of the day for these people. They excitedly repeated over and over “someone really don’t like you”. Then they showed me the tire in which had a total of 17 visible puncture marks in the side of the tire. My $10 repair job just turned into a $96 replacement job.
Going back and looking at the picture I can now see how the marks looked before I removed the tire. On the right side near the top, (primarily where AS is printed on the tire) it appears that someone sat in front of the tire put their left hand on the tire to steady it and then just stabbed away.
I have dealt with rocks, spray paint, now I have to deal with punctured tires. I am so mad right now that I am about half tempted to place a sign in the front yard that says “Will shoot young children who vandalize cars”. The worse thing about all of this is I have half a mind to live up to that. I am so sick of calling the police every 5 minutes cause of fucking kids. I haven’t even lived here a year and I know the number to the police department by heart, and have called the Clarksville police more than I have ever called any other emergency service combined in my life. Obviously they are incapable of doing their job here, also being such a hick town I could probably get away with shooting someone simply because they “stepped on my lawn”.
Thursday, 20. December 2007
Get a BB gun. Cheap, non-lethal, and they won’t do it again!
Friday, 28. December 2007
I had a paintball gun by the door for a while but it hasn’t done me any good and these kids are like ghosts. Neighbors claim to see a group of 5 or 6 young black kids, about 15 years old, who they believe the leader is some kid whose name starts with an A…, I remember later.
One lady says she almost called the police on this one kid to get him out of her house cause he came over to play with her son. I guess you could say that its like a bag of apples, throw in one bad one and the whole bag is soiled.