Ok, I'm gonna rant. I went out today to pick up a pizza, and when I got in the van, I noticed a nice crack in my friggin windshield.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" says I.

I get out and look, and I think that wasnt there, I KNOW that wasnt there. Surely, at the angle it was sitting at, no rock binged it or anything, and surely it couldnt be a BB gun, could it??? "DAMN" i think.... i guess we'll have to eat a new windshield cost. MOTHERFUCKER.

Well, I get back, and my kids are coming in from playing outside with the neighborhood kids...but there are murmurings about one kid being accidently shot by another kids BB-GUN - the alarm went off in my head. -- This little good for nothign kid up the street has a BBgun, right? And he's always calling my kids to play, NINE THIRTY IN THE FUCKING MORNING ON A SUNDAY to play. I can't stand the kid. No one really can. Everytime the little fucker is around, one of three things happens:

one- something gets broke, toys, MY WINDSHIELD, etc..

two - Someone gets hurt. Usually him, but often my own kids.

three- someone gets in trouble. Usually him for mouthing off or starting fights with my kids or the other kids in the hood.

So, I figure I'm going to walk down the road to toward the boy who got shot's house and look for the kid with the BBgun and confront him. I get down there, and the boy who got shot's Mom is already scolding all of them, and when I ask who has the BBgun, she says to me:

"It was YOUR kids who shot my son with his BBgun!" -

I'm like WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!?! I tell her, well, I have a cracked windshield, and I tell the tyrant kid to come with me because I have to talk to his Mom. He immediately starts bawling and crying saying NOOooooo!!! WAHHHH!!!!-- I go up the road to his house and this is where the fun begins.

I go up on the porch, and his mom and his stepdad are eating dinner, I wave her over as she sees me, but she sends the guy to answer the door because they knew something was wrong. Here's the conversation in detail as I remember it:

Guy: Hey, what's up? (now this guy thinks he's a tough ass motorcycle guy or something by the way, he has some coating business or something up there)

ME: Yeah, does your son have a BBgun up around here or anything, uh...

GUY: Uh... Noooooo. There's no BBguns here.

The mom gets up and agrees: "Noooo. We don't have any BBguns"

THEYRE FUCKING BOTH LOOKING STRAIGHT AT ME AND LYING, AND I FEEL THIS....THIS..... RAGE, BOILING IN MY GUT.

ME: Look, C'mon now, you guys are lying to me, there's a kid down the street who's been shot by your kids BBgun, and I have a fucking cracked windshield now that wasnt there this morning...

GUY: There's no BBgun here, it's just a plastic toy thing-- it's just plastic... maybe your own kids shot out your window?

ME: C'mon guy. Don't give me that line of shit.

The guy is now being a smart ass cocky fucker like his little tyrant son can do NO wrong, and he says to me in a cocky voice:
What? I can't hear you?? You shouldn't mumble."

ME: Maybe I should say it a little clearer then, huh? Your kid shot my fucking van. And you guys just lied to my fucking face---

at this point... my blood was boiling and I could see the reaction on the guys face change to know I meant some business-- and I swear to god there was a voice in my head that said to grab this guy and choke him out his front door with the smug look he had... OOOOOOHHH I really wanted to.....OOOOHHHH....PLEASE!!!! PLEASE!!!??

I walked off his porch and just told them to forget it-- in fact, I was sort of so angry I had enough of tha accusatory tones from this guy and I was ready to just beat him down if he stepped out and tried to front on me. I could tell they KNEW something was up and they knew they were lying too, which made them hide behind their screen door.

ME: You know what, forget you assholes. Just keep your little heathen away from kids, don't call my house, don't send him over, and take better care of what your kids are doing-- I mean, what the fuck? You send your kid out unsupervised with BBguns?

Guy: WHAT? I can't hear you? You're mumbling? It's your kids that are the trouble...

ME: Alright, I see how it's going to be then.. FUCK OFF, PIECE OF SHIT.

---- I stomp home, PRAYING this guy would get his adrenaline up and come out and call me out so I could run super fast at him and just beat him down--- it occured to me, it wasn't the whole situation, it was the fact that not ONE, but TWO grown adults, suppossed PARENTS fucking lied right to my face about the BBgun. THEY LIED when they knew I was coming there for a reason. Then they try to mock me away?? BAH!

I come in the house, and I'm fuming. And as it turns out, my middle son DID shoot the kid down the street in the arm with the other kids BBgun. You know, the one that doesnt exist? and they've all fessed up to this fact - he swears it was accidental, that they didnt know the bb was loaded and suddenly all those stories about kids playing with guns and blowing each other away flashes through my mind.... UGH!!! My kid is in some SERIOUS TROUBLE here and he knows it. -- I was still stomping around trying to explain to my wife how ignorant those fuckers were, and how they tried to say our kids were trouble-- which is just INSANE TO SAY----- especially if you know this other kid... WOW. OUr kids aren't saints, but dudes... my kids ARE NOT tyrants--

15 or 20 minutes roll by, and I hear my dog barking his deep bark letting me know people he doesnt like have arrived. I answer the door and it's the bad kid bawling out a fast apology and then running off my steps. His Mom is out there, and the stepdad is some distance away by my vehicles (kinda looked like he was hiding out to see if I'd come out) --- they wanted to see the windshield, so I took them out there.

GUY: Did you do that, boy?

Kid: WAAHHHhhhhahahHAHHA- Incoherant crying and sobbing.

GUY: Well, let us know how much the damage is and we'll pay for it.

then to the kid he says: Come on, we're getting rid of all your toys and.... voice faded out as he and the boy walked away in sobbing...

THE MOM: Yeah, we got him that for christmas and we didnt think it was a BBgun, it was plastic and said on the box, "safe for inside use"

GUY: Yeah, they're plastic, and we didn't think it could do that.

I accept their apology and I actually approach the guy to shake his hand and he's leary but does. I tell them, FUCK, I don't want these problems, I mean, i came out and thats what I saw, and I was a bit angry about it.

Really, in my head, I'm thinking YOU FUCKERS... you lied to me, you egged me on in your yard, blamed shit on my kids---- then you come and tell me you bought a BBgun you thought wasnt a bbgun, and was SAFE FOR INSIDE USE?? I wanted to tell them, OH YEAH!?? GO SHOOT IT AROUND AT STUFF IN YOUR HOUSE!!!!!

God... fucking idiots. I'll definitly take them up on paying that bill though. I don't need it.

As for my kids.... WOW, they got the business from us today. And then they had to hear just about the SAME stuff from their grandpap too. Seriously, it was scary to think, my kid went out to play. My straight "A" kids... they go to this kids house... it COULD have been a real gun. Jesus-age-christ. I mean, fuck my windshield...... THAT was the reason I was so upset. And that grown ups could act so in a "COver Up" way....

I found out later from my tattle tale kid who told the complete truth, that the Mom actually told the kid who got shot not to go home, she gave him an icecube to put on it!

Anyway-- rant done. My kid is in some DEEP SHIT. Grounded from now until the foreseeable future. And this is the incident that broke the camels back with these neighborhood kids. My kids are just NOT going to get involved with that stuff. Hearing that other mom say "It was YOUR kids who shot him" --- It made me freak out. So, no more of that...

Ok, I know no one has actually read through all this... but it feels good to get it out of my head.

(oohhhh I really wanted to punch someone though! It's hard to get all this weird adrenaline flowing and have no where to channel it)

I read through it all.
Because growing up I was the "bad kid".
Sure I pulled some crap but I was scapegoated for a lot of crap too.
I would watch my dad go do exactly what you just did.

In the end the other parents in your story did the right thing but the bass akwards, total BS way they went about it is an awful lesson for their kid.

Not much else you could do.

Yeah, I was an ornery kid too--- but even a BAD kid isn't like this kid. I mean, doing stuff on purpose to be mischievous is one thing-- but this kid just isn't right in the head I think.

I do feel A LITTLE bad about what might have happened to the kid, but screw it, we all learn lessons that way.

Funny thing.. the mom also told me they broke up all the "guns" -- as in MORE THAN ONE..... funny how they said there were absolutely NO BBguns, now there were supposedly a bunch of broken ones.

UGH.... I am just the WRONG guy to lie to. And I need to stay the fuck away from situations like this, or one day, some retard is going to cross me and I'll have to beat me a retard.

I read it all... I know there's still punishment and trouble to be had, but I'm really glad that your kids are all okay. That it WAS just a BB gun... that's at least something to be thankful in this.

Dude, you know they're not going to reimburse you for the windshield, right?

Fucks like that never do.

Lazy parents...sheesh. When I was a kid, I had no bb-gun. And I never played with my friends' bb-guns, because I knew two things:

1. BB-guns are still *guns*. My dad taught me to shoot when I was nine, and taught me respect for firearms. Taught me to shoot a 12-gauge shotgun at that age. Got a rifle for my 13th birthday (a .22 mini-mag which I still own) and a S&R Super Blackhawk .44 mag (10.5" barrel!) for my 16th (which is long gone). And I never hurt anyone with any of them. Unlike the VP.

2. My dad woudl've BEAT MY ASS if he found me fucking off with someone's bb-gun. And I woud've deserved it.

But people these days...they just don't discipline their kids. You probably have the best-behaved kids on your block, because you're man enough (and dad enough) to lay down the law when they do wrong. Too bad parents just aren't like that anymore.

Wow, we have our first child coming in August and it is sounding like a boy at this stage (will know hopefully in two weeks). I am so excited this is what I get to look forward to... I remember when I was young I didn't lie to my dad because if he found out I did, I would get that ass whippin twice as bad!

I gotta agree 150% with Adam on this one. Better get that quote asap before they "forget" about their obligation! AND if you get that call this Sunday, don't answer!

Yeah, you HAVE to discipline them right at home. -- WOW though man.. it's becoming harder and harder to raise kids, because the majority of families out there just let their kids run things, they get everything they want, when they want it-- it's ridiculous. And kids aren't afraid of adults anymore AT ALL.

You know, i didnt like the fact that schools paddled you when I WAS A KID. but now, I totally think kids should get a crack at school if they do something REALLY messed up. it use to be, the principle would call the parents to report the behaviour and ask permission to paddle the kid.- Well, still, even if Schools don't paddle the kids, the PARENTS NEED TO WHOOP SOME ASS!

I remember getting an asswhoooping so bad once, my ass stung for HOURS , felt like ETERNITY-- But I tell you what, I thank my Dad for it now-- he only had to do it maybe once or twice and my act was straightened the fuck out.

Hey man. You need to be careful. If you get arrested for beating some retarded asshole you'll lose the daily grind to some art school dropout. You need to let that rage out, preferably in earshot of that slimy kid so as to scare the shit out of him and keep him away from your kids.

I can't wait to see a retard kicked in the nuts.

My day kind of sucked too.

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Aside from all this, even though it was total luck of the draw I got caught this time (I'd never gone six miles over the speed limit before today) it was the nicest CHP officer ever. What with the writing it as a 15 miles over the limit rather than 22.

I just wish they retested old people regardless of whether or not they get in accidents (right now in California they just renew their licenses every year as long as they don't get in trouble). If I ever get that bad at driving I'm selling my car and taking the fucking bus.

I know someone who got a $400 ticket and got the fee reduced to about $100 basically by showing up at court and telling the judge that he was a student and therefore poor. You might be able to get it reduced further by explaining the situation nicely to the judge and leaving out the fact that the guy in front of you was a geezer unless asked.

That is the plan already, throw myself at the mercy of the legal system.

Traffic school is a must regardless, I can't afford to pay more for insurance.

Least California allows those fancy newfangled intarwebs traffic schools.

a friend of mine got stuck behind one of those jackasses that like to speed up when you try to pass on a 2 way road. so he had to go even faster to get back over in time, at about the time he was just about to clear the car a car popped up over the horizen, well he started to slow back down and get over but the car turned out to be a CHP (california highway patrol) so the other car starts slowing down too, shit!, so he had to slam on the gas and get around the bastard and then what happens the CHP pulls the speeding car over (us) and gives him a ticket and didn't even listen to what my friend wqs trying to tell him. The CHP even went as far as saying your 17 ?...<paus> figures grumble grumble... anyway after all this everyone in the car wrote my friend a bunch of this is bullshit letters to present to the judge ...and the judge decided it was bullshit as well and my friend saved himself $400 dollars.

I agree that you shouldn't throw that moron a beatin', but if you persuade someone else to do it, that's fine just fine. Sounds like both of those parents could use a size 12 ass-kicking, but I'm funny like that. I believe you should have the right to slap people around until they cease being stupid.

Anyway, get your money for windshield repairs off those inbred yokels before they conveniently "forget" to pay for the damage their little mutant caused.