When did that happen?
'79 or '80. Give or take. I forget.
I got really paranoid, and bought what I thought were strong chains and locks, but a yeat or so later, I crashed my go-kart, and broke it's steering gear pretty badly, and I locked it with one of those contraptions which I thought was secure in the folks' carport, and it got stolen THAT NIGHT! And this was in what was previously considered a 'nice neighborhood'. Another "learning experience", I guess. I miss the engine I had on that thing the very most, because it was a badass roller bearing Kohler industrial engine given to me by a friend of my grandfather's which was SUPER torquey, of course. Much better than the turdy engine with a thrown rod that I got it with. Good work experience, at least, I guess.
I remember we had a very few african and middle-eastern migrant families in the neighborhood and they wouldn't do shit knowing the rest of the neighborhood truly respected each-others and would fucking mob them if they tried doing shit. Then these families started breeding like rabbits and more migrants arrived over the decades...
It's called a regression to the mean.
The first ones are the best and brightest their shithole countries have to offer. They have enough intelligence to leave.
Their kids are the exact niggers that they were running away from.
We didn't really even notice these pieces of shit! I remember the folks spazzing out over the new Vietnamese neighbors buying the house down the block. And they were kind of slovenly, but I became friends with their son; he was super cool. Or at least little kid me thought so. Partly because he had a rifle. That was super cool to me at that time.
Man, to travel back to those days! Nothing was as fucked up yet as it is now! Well, hardly anything.
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