Originally Posted by
MHF
I must have already told you guys about the time that I chased four gang members up the street. Three guys, one girl. I was sitting at the kitchen table, working on some Penrose tiles - in those days you couldn't bring them up on the internet, but these were new ones - when I heard a rustling at the door. I discovered them running off with my doormat. It was an expensive psychedelic bit of art, which I wasn't prepared to let go. They dropped it, and, then, kept running. A day or two later, I found myself walking up the street, with a carload of them keeping pace with me, for a block. One neighbor kept a loaded shotgun at his door, but, another, a bigger guy than me, was afraid of them, let them steal stuff off his clothesline, and, from around his house. Eventually, I put chains across my door, after a really big guy with a mohawk tried to kick in the door, late one night. Eventually, the cops rounded them up after one of them cracked open another neighbor's skull, with a baseball bat, because of a drug debt. I would have fought them if I had to, not that afraid.
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