Tales of the street...

A car was broken into tonight.

Our car had someone write their name all over it with their finger in the condensation. Thank god it was not a key this time. She lives across the street - but was so jacked up on grog even me asking her to remove her cup of beer from our bonnet had her in my face screaming ready to knock me down.

Strange that the car broken into had a cup ring mark and spilt beer on the passenger dash.

And one on it's bonnet - the same as what she just put on our car.

She said she was in the stolen car trying to stop it hitting our neighbour's car (which it did)... So she openly admitted to being in the car, while buttering up the elderly neighbour saying how great she was at trying to protect her car.

Dob someone into the cops in this street and you are dead/targetted/hurt etc. And it's not as if you can say to the cops "Hey! those kids, sitting over there watching us being all nice, jacked this car... but they are being really nice to us now and we don't want to be the target of more trouble"

I hate this suburb.

I want to move.