I hate school days off and vacations and when the kids come home from it in the afternoon.  We have a Brat club. Today being a holiday, remembering Dr. King for trying to make peace in the world, the black and a few white kids under 16  ( they have a mini gang) run rampant and destroy stuff, there is nothing for them to do here, over time, they ( older brothers and sisters plus kids from before) have destroyed playgrounds, picnic spots and grills as well as 4 basketball hoops ( and apt complex is tired of replacing things) so they destroy things, this is why i am pissed about the dings and dents in my car, cause these little fuckers don’t give a shit about what doesn’t belong to them.

So earlier, about 20 mins ago i was waken by kids screaming, and look out window and there is 1 black girl with about 5 boys, they were playing by the pool, one threw something in the pool and they were trying to get it, it’s chilly here, in the 50s so that water is cold. There are 2 white boys who are desperately trying to fit in with these gang of brats, they are walking back and forth outside the pool gate and the older black boy, yells LET’S GET THE WHITE BOYS, THEY CAN SWIM.

Heard some shouting by a grown up and within seconds they dispersed, to go on and do more good for the world. 

There is one little boy that hangs, tries to do what the bigger kids do, he reminds me of G-Baby in the 1992 movie, Hardball with Keanu Reeves, really good movie, well near the end G-Baby is shot and killed by a gang shooting, and I can foresee these kids as being amongst the dead G Babies of our violent life.

King was good for the 60s, and the civil rights movement, and he along with countless others gave their lives to make it better for their children to be judged by their character and not by the color of their skin.

I look at the kids outside, with their smart mouths, their saggy pants, and i just want to take their mommas frying pan and lay it upside their puny heads.  I have seen their parents, not all there themselves, mostly don’t give a rat’s ass what they do, these kids are mostly nice tax returns anyways, welfare cases, or little G-Babies.

We live in today’s world where we ALL judge everyone by the color of their skin, because they show bad character by their behavior, they say they get no respect, you have to give before you receive.  We hear all to frequently about cops shooting unarmed people, then the public cries foul, protest, and destroy and self destruct, find their own justice by killing a cop, then there’s more public outcry, protests against those who killed the cop, it’s a vicious cycle. Like an eye for an eye.

It’s never going to end, we can have the most strictest laws ever pertaining to gun violence, so worried about the damage a gun does, they forget who’s pulling the trigger. Not the guns fault. Let’s fine the gun.

There it is sitting in a display case in a store, surrounded by all of it’s gun buddies, bored. Then one day it gets an idea that it needs to be fired, afterall it’s a gun right, that’s what they do. The lonely gun yells over to another case and it’s a bunch of bullets and asked them if they want to have a party?  They all agree and sneak out of their locked cases, sprung by a set of keys that were just lying around. 

So they are living it up, jumping up and down, several of the bullets are getting turned on by the guns and are getting frisky, they descreetly go off and come back fully loaded ready for action, one accidentally goes off, it’s trigger was pulled in all the excitement.

Store clerks come into the horror of the guns in the cases, and the lone gun with it’s shell casings on the floor, next to it sticky thick red goo and a hand, that’s twitching still.   Whodunit?  The gun?

Needs to be more character building in the walls of education, and in the churches.  We get taught about people in the history books, taught about civil rights, human rights, rights and wrongs, bad and good of people no matter the color of skin.

History is taught differently in the north than the south, what’s taught in ‘hoods of Brooklyn, NY is different from the streets of Compton, California.

What future do these annoying kids here in these apartments have?  Can they get out of the judgmental color lines? Or will their character be judged by chalk lines?