when i work in a crappy neighborhood only thing i can do is lock the door and keep to myself
i was doing a conveyor in the lovely town of vernon, ca in the early 90's.
i was inside, my van was inside, everything was locked, and i was carrying.
i was up on the second floor, walking back and forth, and i kept hearing these
odd little sounds.... the glass on the second floor windows was wire
reinforced, and finally i realized the local 8 year olds were using the dumb
white guy as a duck in a shooting gallery, and plinking at me.... the pellets
were bouncing off the armored glass.....
somebody else got to finish that one... i beat it out of there before the
14 year olds showed up with a .308
randy