They're out there again, I think.  I can hear them, running around with their bats.  They're even playing that music again.  It makes me so mad.

I get like this every once in a while.  Most of the time, I can sit here and think and read and watch my stories and I'm fine, but other times, oh boy.  Don't get me started.

This happens to be one of those times.  Those darn kids, always playing their games out in the street.  It's getting so that Roger (the postman, he's a nice young man, I used to play bridge with his aunt) can't drive his truck to deliver the mail without honking his horn.  Oh, here he comes now.

"Hey!  Get out of the way you crazy kids!"

He had to honk his horn again!  Can you imagine!

One of them is going to be hit by a car one of these days, it's just a matter of time.  The parents, that's whose fault it is!  The parents and those darned liberal agnostics, telling everyone that sex is natural and evolution is the way and making criminals into the victims!  They're what's wrong with the country!  They're what's spoling it!

Hey!  Get out of my yard!  That's a ball!  Get away!  I keep that ball now!  It's mine!  I'll call the police!  I know your mother Bobby Reynolds!

Laugh all you like!  I don't care!  I hear you laughing!  I can hear you laughing!

The parents.  I blame it all on their parents.