ho'k, lets get something straight...im not a hippie, and i WILL take action MY WAY in proportion with the severity of said incursion. fuck the trees, fuck the ozone, and fuck the little animals of the earth too stupid save their own species and adapt...

but taking happiness from a child?!?!?! ok...America was not founded on that shit right there...

so im going to lunch with my good buddy, and upon realizing there is a line at the place previously decided upon we each respectively said 'fuck it'

it is at this point my good buddy starts laughing at the attempted fashion statement some kid tried to make with his head. it looked like shit, and then some orange/bleech color...black/orange/bleech, dont try it at home....

anyway, as i turn away from the restraunt and approach the stop line to exit the parking lot i look in the rearview mirror and see this very happy little boy with a blue balloon, content with its possesion alone. i wish a balloon was still all it took to make me happy...

as im about to take my foot off the break and put my eyes back on the road i notice the shithead (apparently the older brother) take the balloon from the little boy and release it to the other side of him.

*WTFOMFGBBQDDRFUCK?*

as it flew away my jaw dropped as the kid started grasping at the sky he couldnt reach...

so i relay wat i just saw to my good buddy and she confirmed i was crazy...there was nothing we could do so we shouldnt bother ourselves with it. (despite this addition of logic i obviously wasnt intending on budging...)

so i throw the car into reverse to prove otherwise.

I stop right next to the shithead with his little brother drooping behind and my good buddy covers her face like 'omg this isnt happening...' i roll down her window and proceed to talk to said shithead...i ask him

"your a horrible person!, you just took your brothers balloon and let it go! ass"---and that isnt even a question!!! but sure enuff he had a response...

"it would have melted in the car..." not even making eye contact, and then told his brother to walk faster.

"it wouldnt melt in the car! you no wat its made of? your an ass, he was happy!"

at this point i realize that the kid is content playing with something he pulled out of his pocket, and his brother walking faster, and my good buddy mortified, and me bein a gangsta cuz im awesome like that.

seeing this story was at an end of anything productive, if it ever had a chance...i roll up the window saying "ass" one more time driving away.

we ate fast food and laughed about it. so meh, it worked out. and i didnt even havta kill anyone like last time!!! er......imean....

but yesh, the moral of the story is, dont be a shithead and steal your little brothers balloon or im gonna throw it in reverse and tell you wat an ass you are till i realize the kids fine with a new toy and a shorter attention span. so neh i stick my tongue at thee...after biting my thumb at thee ofcourse!

and yes...i would do it over again just the same.....ass...

and not to throw foreshadowing for the next innevitable journal in the faces of all or anything...but im aboot to be as cold as ice motha pucka's, and the only thing i need to know is what the hell a hat trick is........=$