Oh Crap He Just Went Inside With a Hammer!

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The neighbors across the street from me are a good example of why people should not go to America. They're the typical animal-abusing hick family, with the drunk alpha male father tinkering away on his cars, the mother who looks like she's taken a more than a daily value of hardcore street drugs as well as beatings, and twin kids who are apparently some kind of social experiment. The daughter is a spoiled skaynk stereotype while their son is the poster child for being the next school shooter. They're the typical neighbors who work loud on their car, think people who own pets should make those pets not exist, and are generally backwards focktards who don't belong in a northern state. The basic routine is their son goes outside somewhere presumably to get away from his abusive father, then his father comes out some time later and screams so loud for him that you can hear him two to three blocks away AT LEAST. This was culminating last summer into a major cussout between daddy and son. I assume the son's just about thirteen because he started middle school this year (and off to a "wonderful" start with a stinkbomb... seriously, who does that anymore?). One amusing incident involved the father's hick loser friends somehow backing his truck into his garage door, which I wish I could have gotten a picture of. But ever since the son started middle school, the shoutings have tapered off. The incidents have become few and far between. Even the large gaggle of ghetto basturd children don't hound around frequently lowering property values and gossiping about the son's school antics. Of course the basturds still vandalize the street the night before Halloween while the police are too stupid to know this has been an ongoing tradition for like the past twenty years or so. It's been relatively quiet for the most part since September just about, and even the ghetto skaynks or the father's deadbeat friends don't hang around any more. A blessing, yes, but how am I to expose these sociopaths for what they are? So I have a camera, my only tool, that records videos with sound. But it's been months of inactivity from the Sociopaths across the street. Today however they were right back on form after all this time! Screaming, barely intelligible cussing, and storming across the lawn. But by the time I had my camera ready and the window open (you can hear them with the windows shut), they had gone inside and quieted down. The father went back outside, and then went inside with a hammer... uh oh! But unfortunately I have no conclusive evidence. My dream is that one day the neighborhood can return to peace when social services come by and break the family apart, forcing them to move away from here, far far away, perhaps south of the Mason Dixon where they can be at home. Someday our neighborhoods can be at peace. Well, except for the drunken parties every August from the guy up the street where they hire a lousy band to do crappy covers of mediocre songs and their guests park in other people's driveways. But one step at a time. One step at a time.