I live a block away from one of Lewiston's housing projects. Its not necesarily the worst neighborhood in the city, in fact there are some fairly nice apartments in there, but its populated with enough shitheads that when the cops come to check out the damage inflicted to the house every few months, they kind of shrug and say "Well, you do live near the 'hood."
Even with the occasional vandalism, I ordinarily don't mind living nearby. Some of the coolest people I've ever known grew up there.
Today, however, I find myself wishing that a train loaded with heavy ordinance would derail, explode and flatten the place. Several people in my neighborhood woke up the day before Christmas to find their tires slashed (in my case, both my rear tires). Due to the holiday and shitty weather, I didnt get a chance to get the tires fixed until today.
As I was heading out the door to pick up my new tires, my dad asked me to fill his rear tires with air while I was out. Now, all the nearby gas stations also happen to lie along just across the tracks from the projects.
As I pulled in front of the air compressor at my usual gas station, I noticed that the hose had been cut off at the base. I drove to the station up the road. Someone had jammed several beer bottle caps inside their compressors coin slot. The third station's compressor didn't have the gun.
It was getting dark by this point, and I still had to get at least one tire on my truck so that I didnt have and exposed wheel all night, so i decided to head home. As I was turning onto my street, some little shit on a bmx darted out in traffic in front of me, gave me the finger, and then sped off down the street, into the hood.
ugh.
So yeah, changing tires in 15 degree weather with snow under your truck sucks balls.
Even with the occasional vandalism, I ordinarily don't mind living nearby. Some of the coolest people I've ever known grew up there.
Today, however, I find myself wishing that a train loaded with heavy ordinance would derail, explode and flatten the place. Several people in my neighborhood woke up the day before Christmas to find their tires slashed (in my case, both my rear tires). Due to the holiday and shitty weather, I didnt get a chance to get the tires fixed until today.
As I was heading out the door to pick up my new tires, my dad asked me to fill his rear tires with air while I was out. Now, all the nearby gas stations also happen to lie along just across the tracks from the projects.
As I pulled in front of the air compressor at my usual gas station, I noticed that the hose had been cut off at the base. I drove to the station up the road. Someone had jammed several beer bottle caps inside their compressors coin slot. The third station's compressor didn't have the gun.
It was getting dark by this point, and I still had to get at least one tire on my truck so that I didnt have and exposed wheel all night, so i decided to head home. As I was turning onto my street, some little shit on a bmx darted out in traffic in front of me, gave me the finger, and then sped off down the street, into the hood.
ugh.
So yeah, changing tires in 15 degree weather with snow under your truck sucks balls.
Well I hope you had a good holiday besides that BS.