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So I totally have linked The Out Circuit twice in this blog now. This is, in fact, the third blog now that mentions them. Out of twenty.
Anyways
On Friday night my neighbour Josh had a big party. He's several years younger than me, and even though there was an open invitation for me to come, I declined because I didn't want to be the weird old guy at their party. So I had a few people over at my place instead. Us geezers sat on my porch and listened as a big fight broke out, then watched as fully five O.P.P. cruisers came to break up the party. Inevitably some "refugees" ended up coming to my place, long after the smoke had cleared and the cops were gone. By this time my father was home and decided he had a problem with it. Even though I kept everyone in the back yard it was simply not enough. He wanted to win. He wanted to show these trouble-makers who was The Boss. So he stood there on the porch and got himself worked up into a righteous rage and eventually his presence alone was enough to clear all my friends out.
I can see where he's coming from, but that doesn't make me any less pissed about it.

So there's another reason to add to my growing list of reasons to leave this house.