Monday, August 27, 2007

Ouch. Flying Gravel.


Last night, I was driving my friends home from a lovely crusteacean meal. Enjoying the summer air, we had the windows down. We were driving down 19th Street and all of a sudden, I felt a raining of stones on my face and neck.


It hurt. It really hurt.


I turned to see some punk *ss kids cheering with joy. These *ssholes had thrown landscaping stones (there was evidence in my car) through the window, attacking me and my passengers. Unreal.

5 comments:

Flip Flop Girl said...

You should have turned around and hit them with your car. It's the only way they'll learn.

Beanorama said...

it was scary. sorry al.

Anonymous said...

I feel partly responsible since I did the same thing as a mischevious 12-year old. What is the world coming to if you can't feel safe in a Volvo anymore? Sorry, ALG.
-HSC

Anonymous said...

wow, sorry to hear of the frightening events.

miz cynical said...

Yeah, those kids are a--holes.