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Joined: Feb 2008
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From: Indianapolis and Toledo
I got a confession. When I was about 9 years old, there was a guy that lived across the street that made my life a living hell. He was a 17 year old punk *** mo fo. His mother inherited some money, and even though we lived in the ghetto, they thought they were hot stuff. Why they didnt move I dont know.
This kid would harrass me for anything at every opportunity. He stole my bicycle and kept it for a week and when he gave it back, the spokes were all loose with the wheels wobbling, and the tires were flat.
He kicked my dog everytime he went around their house or shot him with a bee bee gun. He even shot me with the Bee Bee gun. He was the biggest *** hole I've ever known.
He was always trying to date one of my sisters and when they wouldnt go out with him, he would call them a *****, and write bad stuff about them on the street with rattle can paint.
One day I was coming down the alley next to his house on my bike, he had a rope strung accross the alley and he pulled it tight just as I was coming through and clothes lined me. Damn near broke my kneck.
One day he came home with a big ole ugly hound dog that barked all night and kept us awake. Then one afternoon the plan came to me.
About 9:00 at night I went across the street and got his dog. I kept him in our garage and fed him 4 cans of Bolo dog feed, ( nasty stuff ). The last can had two boxes of Ex Lax in it.
At about midnight, I took the dog across the street and put the hound in this kids car and made sure the windows were rolled up.
What a mess! Johny Hambrick did not know for sure who did this, but he backed way off after that. He couldnt drive that car for two weeks! All of his friends named his car Dog Stool! I felt bad for doing that to his car, but he could whoop my *** and I had to do something. Now it's just funny.
This kid would harrass me for anything at every opportunity. He stole my bicycle and kept it for a week and when he gave it back, the spokes were all loose with the wheels wobbling, and the tires were flat.
He kicked my dog everytime he went around their house or shot him with a bee bee gun. He even shot me with the Bee Bee gun. He was the biggest *** hole I've ever known.
He was always trying to date one of my sisters and when they wouldnt go out with him, he would call them a *****, and write bad stuff about them on the street with rattle can paint.
One day I was coming down the alley next to his house on my bike, he had a rope strung accross the alley and he pulled it tight just as I was coming through and clothes lined me. Damn near broke my kneck.
One day he came home with a big ole ugly hound dog that barked all night and kept us awake. Then one afternoon the plan came to me.
About 9:00 at night I went across the street and got his dog. I kept him in our garage and fed him 4 cans of Bolo dog feed, ( nasty stuff ). The last can had two boxes of Ex Lax in it.
At about midnight, I took the dog across the street and put the hound in this kids car and made sure the windows were rolled up.
What a mess! Johny Hambrick did not know for sure who did this, but he backed way off after that. He couldnt drive that car for two weeks! All of his friends named his car Dog Stool! I felt bad for doing that to his car, but he could whoop my *** and I had to do something. Now it's just funny.
