New Kid(s) on the block

Jesus, Mary mother of god. There are these new...or rather there were these new, now they are no longer new, kids on my block. Now, I am not one to complain incessently but those who know me know that when I get riled up I don't stop bitching till I just can't bitch no more. Anyway, they are the type of children who like to pretend that they are hard gangsters and what-not...you know the type. So with the new kids and this other group of kids getting older there has been constant noise and, forgive the run-on sentence here for a sec, last night I was about to bust some teeth in because the little shits threw a goddamned rock at my window. So I get pissed, throw on my shoes, grab my lead pipe (for a scary effect not to actually use mind you, I'm not going to kill them) ready to kick some ass, when I find that the cowardly bastards ran and hid. I asked my neighbors, they saw but didn't know the kids and said they ran thata-way, I ran a bit and couldn't find them, so I just sit and feel (and prolly look) like an idiot, stewing in hatred for contemperary adolescent mainstream culture.