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Ok, so we were already planning on getting a gun (we're both recreational shooters anyway, but given where we live, I'd like to have one in the house so I have some measure of protection when I'm here alone for months at a stretch). I have two registered sex offenders (at least one is a convicted rapist) living within 1/2 mile of my house, and I spend 6+ months alone at various times. I'm not a crazy vigilante, but I don't like being defenseless either.
And we're already looking into a dog...preferably a large one with a loud bark, a protective streak, but doesn't eat cats. That's already in the works.
The realtor was also on the agenda, because we're not loving Life in the Ghetto. The gunfire at night is rare, but disconcerting. The rap music blasting from car stereos at all hours of the day AND night is NOT rare, and makes me want to spontaneously combust. Hearing racial slurs under people's breath when they walk by within earshot is not pleasant, nor is having passersby throw trash in my yard (and ONLY my yard). I'm quite over having smokers play target practice by flicking their cigarette butts onto my front porch...which is about 25 feet from the sidewalk, so it's taken them a fair amount of practice (the evidence of which is on the grass surrounding said porch), but fortunately they haven't burned my house down yet.
So we're already ready to arm up, get a dog, and MOVE the fuck out of this neighborhood. The last straw?
Eddie went out to his car this morning -- which mind you is parked behind our house in a FENCED-IN yard -- only to find the passenger side window smashed in, glass all over the seat and the grass, the glove box open and its contents all over the car and the lawn, etc. Someone or something must have scared them off (maybe when we pulled in the driveway last night -- the passenger side of the car wasn't quite in my line of sight, so they would've had a few seconds to book it before I saw them), because nothing was missing. My husband's iPod was in the glove box, and it was still there, as were several other things that weren't of tremendous value, but would probably have been stolen under normal circumstances (clothes, shoes, CD player).
So what's next? Breaking into the other car? The shed? The house? Home invasions are a big problem in this area, too. I've had a car busted into before (in a mall parking lot right outside the security office, no less), but these ballsy motherfuckers waltzed right into my yard, not 10 feet from my house.
I needs me a gun, I needs me a dog, and I needs me a house out in the sticks and away from all this city-living bullshit.
Just had to vent. I feel better now.
And we're already looking into a dog...preferably a large one with a loud bark, a protective streak, but doesn't eat cats. That's already in the works.
The realtor was also on the agenda, because we're not loving Life in the Ghetto. The gunfire at night is rare, but disconcerting. The rap music blasting from car stereos at all hours of the day AND night is NOT rare, and makes me want to spontaneously combust. Hearing racial slurs under people's breath when they walk by within earshot is not pleasant, nor is having passersby throw trash in my yard (and ONLY my yard). I'm quite over having smokers play target practice by flicking their cigarette butts onto my front porch...which is about 25 feet from the sidewalk, so it's taken them a fair amount of practice (the evidence of which is on the grass surrounding said porch), but fortunately they haven't burned my house down yet.
So we're already ready to arm up, get a dog, and MOVE the fuck out of this neighborhood. The last straw?
Eddie went out to his car this morning -- which mind you is parked behind our house in a FENCED-IN yard -- only to find the passenger side window smashed in, glass all over the seat and the grass, the glove box open and its contents all over the car and the lawn, etc. Someone or something must have scared them off (maybe when we pulled in the driveway last night -- the passenger side of the car wasn't quite in my line of sight, so they would've had a few seconds to book it before I saw them), because nothing was missing. My husband's iPod was in the glove box, and it was still there, as were several other things that weren't of tremendous value, but would probably have been stolen under normal circumstances (clothes, shoes, CD player).
So what's next? Breaking into the other car? The shed? The house? Home invasions are a big problem in this area, too. I've had a car busted into before (in a mall parking lot right outside the security office, no less), but these ballsy motherfuckers waltzed right into my yard, not 10 feet from my house.
I needs me a gun, I needs me a dog, and I needs me a house out in the sticks and away from all this city-living bullshit.
Just had to vent. I feel better now.