Jeff Spencer

Wherein Mr. Spencer engages in miscellaneous ruminations on everything that ails him


Writ 2-17-05

Around 6:30PM the house was hit by the shock waves from the loudest boom box I’ve ever heard. The whole bloody house was shaking. Affected the rhythm of my heart. Went away. Came back. Went away. Came back. Finally, they parked in the middle of the street on the south side of the house. Two black guys, one looked 40 and must have weighed 350 lbs. I bellowed “OK, that’s enough.” Slowly they drove off. I expect a brick through one of the windows as retaliation for “disrespect”. I figure it was just the opening shot in the culture wars as the gangstas take over this neighborhood—-“listen up, we own this area, punks.”

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