Went to my first Roller Derby last night and had a great time. My ass is killing me though. Some bleachers are not made to be sat on without a pad under you. My father asked if I knew what was going on to which I replied huh? Apparently a ton of fire trucks and police went through the neighborhood without sirens on and we found out there is a house on fire. Not sure how bad but I can smell smoke and see some if I go outside. I have a morbid curiousity and want to see but the cops are not letting anyone go further than 2 streets down from my house. No one can get home. I really hope the house on fire belongs to those little bastards. Commiting multiple robberies in this neighborhood, our house once and cars 3 times. Everyone knows it is them, they were spending my collectors coins on fucking cigarettes. Silver dollars worth much more spent and used as a dollar. No one can prove anything though. Oh but If I could afford any type of sercurity camera they would be off to prison. Let it be their house and not some nice person. Not with them inside, I'm not that vengeful.
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