Ready to Move

Well, I’m about as pissed off as I could possibly be right about now. Our neighbors mentioned the other day that their mailbox got beat up and their brand new car egged. I heard the mailman go by so I went out to get the mail just a few minutes ago and there’s a dent in our mailbox that looks to have been made by a baseball bat. The dent made it so that the mailbox door won’t open, which means our mail didn’t get left today. One of the highlights of my day is getting the mail so this pissed me off pretty bad. Not only that but what if this was bill day or something, I wouldn’t know if there were more bills to add to the pile to need to be paid y’know? You don’t fuck with people’s mailboxes.

Not only do we have mailbox bashers and kids egging cars but earlier this year there were kids up on a hill by the side of the road throwing rocks down at passing cars. My guess would be that these are the same kids.

Not to mention there’s cars constantly flying off the road into our damned yard.

This just isn’t the kind of place I want to live anymore. I don’t feel safe with idiot kids throwing rocks at cars, bashing mailboxes and egging cars. What’s next? Rocks through the windows of homes? I for one, don’t have the money to keep repairing the damage these bored teenagers are making.

Not to mention the fact that my dream home here is starting to feel more like a punishment than a dream come true. 70 acres up in northern Maine is starting to look pretty fucking good right about now let me tell you. The house we’re in now used to be in the sticks and now the city is closing in on it. They’re talking about building a fucking wal-mart like a mile down the road. This is not what I expected when we bought our homestead on 12 acres. I expected a little bit of peace and quiet, not mailbox bashings and a bustling wal-mart.

Fuck this shit.