I don't know how to put this. I could say everything that's in my head, but then I'd only be stating the bad and some very colorful words. I want to tell everything how it happened, but I don't know every detail yet. I guess I should put it as it happened, and not put in all my thoughts.
This morning at 3am a person from the HA's (Hell's Angels) and his friend threw my dad out of his house. My dad was allowed to grab his dog (but not my sister's cat) and an air compressor. I was rudely awoken at 4 this morning when they shoved him out of a van and into our driveway. Today at around 2pm my older sister came out to get me and my dad so we could get the cat and some of his stuff. The HA's friend (Rick) and my dad's landlord were there at my dad's house. The car my dad was driving (actually belonging to my sister) was missing. I had to stay and get the cat kennel out of the trunk so I missed what all was said when they entered the house, but my sister's boyfriend told me what was said. My sister asked where her car was and my dad's Landlord said it was being held until my dad made up his back rent (if the chik could actaully add she'd know my dad was ahead in his rent). My sister started yelling at her (I heard the yelling from the car, but not the words), saying that if the car wasn't there within 2 hours she was calling the cops; the landlord suddenly remembered where the car was located. I came back with the kennel only to spend the next hour to hour and half calling a cat, who is terrified of strangers and changes, and trying to beat the living snot out of this guy who couldn't shut up (Rick, the HA's friend)... I've never before seen someone like him, he looked like he was 14 1/2 month's pregnant, seriously. This guy was all tough this morning with his buddy there, throwing and slapping my dad around, but as soon as we showed up (none of us (me, my sister, her boyfriend, and my dad) are a little person) he was talking legal crap and forgetting that he had man-handled my dad. I know my dad is weak (long story, but I know that I'm stronger than my dad, and if its ever needed I could beat the tar out of him without breaking a sweat), but Rick looked like if you gave him a good scare you could give him a heart attack. We finally got the cat, after listening to Rick spout off for nearly 20 minutes about how he has to get his daughter to tae kwon do at a certain time and how he didn't want anyone there. This entire time I'm saying loud enough for him to hear how the cat is terrified because of all the noise and new people, and he didn't even have the decency to step into the other room to make it easier on us.
Yeah, we finally got the cat, some of my dad's tools and the easter candy (why?). *sigh* To make this long story short, I hate the F*CKING Hell's Angels. None of this would have happened if it weren't for them. Its a long story, and it starts and ends with the Hell's Angels.
I had a crappy day and I needed to vent. I'm terribly sorry if it meanders.
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