The hood is real

Ok so I live in “the projects”, got  to love rent control when your income is fluctuating when you are self employed and home schooling. This weekend proved to be an eye opener since I have put my self in an anti-depression rose colored cocoon. I was attempting to clean my kitchen stove while my kids played in the front of my apartment with their friends when some random “ghetto” kids came up and chased my neighbors kids up into the building and proceeded to hit my oldest son and steal the teddy bear that they were playing with.

Being the parent that I am I proceed to hunt down these children. They walk all over the apartment complex, which is fairly large, to be taken to a large group of drunk and high adults “having a party” literally five doors down from the office. This type of activity is not allowed in the first place. Anyway, the children that I have pinned pointed as the culprits point me in the misdirection of some adults that are not their parents but feel the need to talk to me about the situation. These individuals tell me that it is none of their business, kids will be kids and they should be able to go where ever they want in “the Projects”. (the kids are between the ages of 4-8) I was not raised that way and my children will not be raised that way. My kids stay within earshot of me at all times. No way in a million years would I allow my children to go 6 blocks, the span of the apartment complex, (I walked that far I was so angry) to play. They are way too young. now 13 and up maybe but never 4-8 without at least two 13 year olds. “if  I don’t want to deal with “project” people then I shouldn’t live in the “projects”.” so sorry that my divorce forced me to move here I am tying my darnedest to move as quickly as possible.

I was so angry I had to smoke a cigarette to calm down and to avoid hitting these idiots. I have not smoked in at least 3 years. I had never wanted a cigarette more.