Today was moving in day at Boston University. okay, no problem we are veterans now. So anyway, I pull up to the font door of the dorm as directed by the Boston cop ( who by the way very helpfull and a cool guy) and we start to unload my daughter's stuff and I hear a screeching grating sound and my truck shudders a bit. This clown from the food service in a rented truck left a six inch gouge and made my wheel well mouldings look like a run in with the Texas Chain saw Murderer. Three obviously scared Jamaican guys jump out with eyes bulging and their 5th grade drop out boss from southie comes around and mumbles something to me as I flipped out. If ever there was cause for alarm by the door guy at the dorm this was it. 6-6' OF SERIOUSLY PISSED OFF WHITE GUY is laying it on them fast and thick. My wife and daughter were cringing on the sidewalk. They thought someone was gonna kill me for what I was saying. Nobody bothered to even stop or cast a look. No one and there a hundred people within footsteps around me. Thier truck was rented and the number I got from them no one answered until 4 this afternoon and finally some guy takes the info down and says they will contact me on Tuesday. Meanwhile I have to go back tomorrow morning to deliver a few more of my daughter's things and go to the Harrison St police station to file reports after that. Good thing the weather sucks.
Between this and some young afro american lads threatening me in front of my house the other night after a gang of them in three cars were parked in my driveway and wouldn't move and were obviously makeing some kind of sale to the local youth in the neighborhood. The cops were called and showed up 35 minutes after these fine example of black youth left the hood.
I do wish I could carry a gun and use it at my discretion because that's all these f@cking punks would respect. My fuse is very short and it's getting shorter.
Is it me....?
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