We moved out of my house (that we still owned and planned to rent) to a new house my father busted his ass building log by log over the course of ten years Upon returning one afternoon to the old house (6 months after we moved, I was 18) to meet my father to help move some stuff we were storing there, a homeless dude jumped up out of my sisters old room and scared the living **** out of me.
I chased him off but when my father pulled into the driveway this was the exact exchange when I told him about the bum: "was it that mother ****er with the ten speed?' [yes i told him] "get in the ****ing truck! I told that **** sucker the next time I caught him in this house was going to bust his hand and smash his ten speed" [we are now in the truck scouring the neighborhood for this bum, my father is off on some obscenity laden rage]
We didn't catch the bum that night but later he did, I don't think my dad ended up busting the dudes hand as promised but that bum never had a ten speed the rest of the time I saw him and he never again went into that house. I have no idea what my dad actually did to him but he left.
People are just too nice sometimes, I wasn't asking you to leave, I'm telling you and one way or the other you will. Good for the bike gange, glad in the end it worked out for them all without too much harm.
"Frank's Redhot - I Put That **** On Everything!" ~ Ethel