this morning #1160.

this morning, this suspicious group of kids had gathered right across the street from my shop. i wasn’t sure. should i call the cops & stop this nonsense before it gained the space to get started? pretty sure that one of them has a bat. another one’s bound to be packing a gun. i’d begun to call 9-1-1 when i stopped myself & shut the door. locked up the store & called my brother-in-law instead to get his thoughts first. he’s shown, time & time again, that he knows the proper way to deal with a pack of punks. i’m more of a “let the insurance company sort things out” sort of guy. the call went to voicemail. i hung up. tried to come up with a plan B. hoped to come up with something sans police.