At least I hope they effin’ cried a little bit. The little bastards have already stolen my floor jack, a bottle of jameson, used countless bottles of my laundry detergent, smokes out of my car, broke into the neighbors house, stole all the change out of all of our cars…they’re ruthless! We’re talking kids that we observed playing “siphoning gas” with bigwheels. A ten and six year old should be playing hide and seek not pretending to siphon gas out of a big wheel while one keeps watch and yells “hurry up, someone’s coming!” It’s not really their fault tho and I shouldn’t give all the credit to the kids. The parents and “adults” living there do their share of stealing our stuff too…
…and none of that really upset me…I’m not really an angry person… It takes quite a bit to get me riled up nowadays…
BUT I’M PISSED!
It probably has something to do with my efforts to quit smoking. I’ve only bought two packs in the last two weeks or so and I was a pack a day smoker so I feel like I’ve done pretty good.
An ex girlfriend, the one that was the inspiration for my FML cyser, and one of my roommate’s best friends, stopped over a few days ago and we had ourselves a little three day bender full of drinking rum, whiskey, and lots and lots of homebrew. So much homebrew, that the bottles would no longer fit on the counter and leave enough space to make even a sandwich. The light rye was a hit, the browns were going down, my possibly peculiar was palatable enough for a few bottles to be quaffed. I found a stash of edwort’s pale and yooper’s pale that a good friend of mine made. They all quickly found a home in our bellies. All in all, we had a really good time.
I placed the bottles in the hallway leading to the basement that I share with a family of ten living in a two bedroom apartment. Yes 10 people in a two bedroom…above us…with hardwood floors. A mom with eight kids, and their uncle. None of them are employed and they steal whatever they can get their hands on, mostly bikes and clothes, but anything they can use or make a dollar from. I didn’t figure they would be ridiculous enough to steal de-labled beer bottles, but they did. I really have no idea how many, a couple cases maybe, but it was enough to make me so angry I was shaking. I walked in my boxers outside to confront them about it and they just blamed it all on the kids. I lashed back with some remarks about watching them, disciplining them, taking care of them…ya know, being parents. The concept kinda went over their head. I’m really curious what the redemption people told them tho when they brought tons of unlabeled bottles…and what they did with them? Gaaaaahd!
I wish the kids the best, it’s not their fault really. Its a clashing of two cultures. I used to live in a neighborhood that was like this. If you didnt lock it down or tie it down, it wasnt going to be there when you got home. Thats why I moved here, to a place where I leave my keys in my ignition, never lock my door, and never am concerned about the security of my personal belongings. Don’t take any of this the wrong way, please. I’m all for cultural diversity so long as there is consideration, thought, and logic in their practices. This group of people seemingly has none of the above. The landlord says the eviction notice has been served and hopefully they’ll be out very soon. My little brother is moving in, my roommate is moving upstairs to their place, and I can’t wait to clean the basement up (thats another story all together) and start storing carboys and beer down there. My closet is full of full bottles and its too warm to ferment up here.
I’m calm now… after writing this and sampling one of my rye pale’s 
Probably the sedative nature of the hops and not so much the venting on a blog that no one reads! I’m just pissed that I finally had enough bottles that my drinking homebrew was pretty much keeping up with my brewing homebrew and now I have to de-label more bottles. It seems like a silly reason to be upset now, but I promised my lower back we would do no more bulk bottle de-labeling! My lower back hates de-labeling bottles…and now I’m a liar!
