In the Square State, I live in a neighborhood with six of these guys.
Of course it was aggravated murder.
I'd be aggravated too if some weasely weasel was defiant of my wisdom and even greens.
The best would have been if the youth was playing music on his cellphone while talking into it walkie-talkie style, saying "Where you at? Me? I'm on old man fantasticterrific's lawn, yo. I know, he gets so mad. He pro'bly fill up his Depends, yo!"
Cue shotgun blast, first end credit scene.
Cue the sound of the kid on the other end of the line, asking "What goin' on, what going' on?"
Cue second blast audio.
Cue rolling credits.
I see the world in swirling colors and light.
I use American Express.
-ft anderson
