my brother's car got broken into last nite. they took his mp3/md deck and some other stuff.

my brother's cool with it. but me personally, for some reason, im pissed. i dunno if it's the piscean in me or cause i hate how suburban kids are posturing these days and trying to emulate some kind of inner-city ghetto youth lifestyle, but fuck, im mad. i remember on the cosby show, bill said to his wife, claire, "people don't get mad, they get angry; dogs get mad". well, im mad. im a mad dog.

it's hard to not jump to conclusions..like thinking who could've or wouldve done this. maybe it was the guy who gives you dirty looks a couple houses down from you. or maybe it's that other dude down the street who your dad doesnt like. who fucking knows. it's all too easy to make those kind of assumptions.

anyhow, maybe it's my tempermant or cause, i myself watch too many dirty harry and death wish movies but when things like this happen, to my family, personally, i feel like taking the law into my own hands and being a vigilante.
same thing happend when someone decided to break my basketball net back in the days. or smashed the back window of kuya's chevy - way way back in the day.

i wanna crack some skulls.
not exactly the most logical reasoning, i know...but im in the heat of passion right now.






*disclaimer* gun control is using both hands, kids.
dont listen to uncle jay "milkfart' - he's nuts.