getting even the irish way

last night was enough, i finally had it with the neibors. we live on a street that has row houses, all attached. the back yards are small and separated by fences. on our block is a wild assortment of culture and deversity. last year, a few houses down, lived a hispanic family that grew corn in their front yard. it was great to see 10ft high corn in a city so close to NYC. everyone on this bloock is great, except for the black trash family living on welfare next to us. its a single mom with 5 or so kids, not really sure who's kids are who's. the street on the weekend is littered with them playing football and hopscotch. the mother must hate her life and kids. "you kids need to get out side, go play in the road, go play in traffic". she is great though, so out spoaken, F%#@* this, F*#@% that all the time. we hear her love through the walls daily, even though they are brick. the back yard is a great place for them to play in also. the grass is gone and when it rains it turns into a muddy romperroom, full of adventure. two of the little darlings are under the age of 6. they stand out there and are always nice to eacher screaming" F%#@ you, and F*&%# you too, MOM!!! the only thing that grows out there is a poison shumack tree and some seeds i threw there in the spring, to help it grow into a nice back yard. my fathers friend started up a company to get revenge on his rich, snotty neibors. his company is Dirty deed seeds. there is a rich assortment of poison ivy, poison oak, nedels, ect. so now that summer is here, so are they. the kids also like to trow dirt at the bumble bee's as well as the house, the windows and our appartment. they loved doing it so much we took the hose to them.they stopped playing throw the dirt at the neibors house after that. well enough of the background. last night, the mother was so loud through the walls that i could not take it anymore. she was perched on the window sill and screamed at her kids as if they were a mile away. ENOUGH! i went in to fetch my irish bagpips and drum CD, popped it in and ran the speakers out the door. i cranked the sucker so load that she jumped at the first bite of sound, and rendered her speachless. i turned it off. she then opened his yap once more and i blasted her again. it worked evertime until finally she gave up and went inside. thank BOB for irish music=