I was doing some more halloween decorations outside yesterday and yet again those damn little niglet brats had to come over and get in my grill and be all “can i help you?”. why is it that I am being asked to raise the neighborhood’s kids! is it my fault their parents are worthless and dont think that spending time and resources decorating for halloween is a valuable investment. not even so much the decorations but look at it as investing in speding time with your kids. i know Ami loves shopping for this crap with me planning where we will put it and then putting it all up. so why would people not do anything. even if $ is tight you can still do something small ,carve a pumpkin they are like 3 for ten bucks.

then Ami decided she hd a jones for a craft project of her own and we bought her the items for a craft pumpkin…well i had some extra spray paint (hot pink of course) and so I decided to use it to paint the shelves that Toni had bought Ami for her music boxes and webkinz. when i was in the driveway gettin ready one of those kids comes back over and is all “Can i help?”. what the fuck?!? why is this little hustler all up in my face trying to get money outta me for shit I wanna take care of myself? He was very despondent for he had been trying to “help” people all day. Help=Hustle

The mailbox is in front of my house and after i get rid of the little hustler this new neighbor is checking her mail and she asks me if i’m redecorating, i reply with a no and then she tells me they just moved in. and then her life story. WTF?!? where she lives, works, her mom just died, how many kids she has, about her husband, her kids shooling, their health problems, and so on. a total mr. rodgers moment where everyone thinks we’er a lot closer than we really are. and that i really give a shot about any of them!

THEN the little hustler comes back when i start painting the frankengnome on the front porch green and sits there talking to me telling me about how he got paid by the lady two doors down to mow her grass and how much and do i want mine done…well it doesnt need 2 b done…and “No!”. then his name and age and what else am i gonna do 2day. then he looks in my garage and sees Ami’s mountain bike, asks do it work (exactly as he puts it), then can he ride it?…I dont know him. until I started decorated the other day i had never seen him. why am i gonna let him ride off with my kids bike? especially when he is trying to hustle money from everyone and anyone in the neighborhood!

Seriously! Next thing ya know he was gonna tell me he just wanted to buy food for his younger sibilings who he was singlehandedly raising using just his street smarts and whatever odd jobs people would give him. anyway if it aint annoying kids or neighbors trying to ruin my Halloween spirit (get it Halloween spirit…shout out to those of you in Atchison,KS), it’s the bible nut jobs that are raining their fire and brimstone on my All Hallow’s Eve celebration.