God loves the NORTH BLOODZ and us too!

That's a late 60's Chevy Impala. It's a pretty car. But the rims, while being horribly non-authentic and hamper performance and utility, are very flashy, very stylish, and very, very cool. Awesome. It's owned by one of my coworkers. Who is doubtlessly single with no kids.

So yesterday i was changing the headlights in our car, and Houston and Katrina and Zane were out there, throwing sticks, smelling flowers and watching me like a hawk for any hint that i might be leaving, respectively, and Houston said "Can i poke this stick into the exhaust pipe?" and i said "No, there's baffling in the exhaust system.... uh, that's not the exhaust pipe, that's an air intake and you can probably poke--" and that's when i saw the NAIL carefully perched with the head of the nail on the pavement, and the pointed bit resting on the tire tread. "Hey!" i said to Houston, "look at that! A nail!"

Soon it became apparent that all of the tires of both of our vehicles had nails perched like that in front and behind, so that if we'd driven away we would have ended up with four flat tires, eight if we'd both driven our cars without seeing the nails. However, God chose to allow the perpetrators to work their mischief the night after i'd taken a special walk to the parts store with the kids from work to buy headlights, prompted by one of them failing (divinely controlled metal fatigue in the filament), and i couldn't install them until the next day because i didn't have a wrench at work. Furthermore, God prompted Houston to "randomly" want to poke a stick into an air intake. So God saved us about a thousand dollars.

We called the cops, and they sent a guy over to take a report. He was very friendly, and asked us if we had any enemies. No, Karen and i both said, even though we can both be kind of rude to our dear neighbor kid blesshisheart who comes over seven thousand times an hour to download "beats" with my computer... but he's a good kid. Houston ran importantly up and down the sidewalk checking all the other neighborhood cars for nails, and since there were none, we wondered if this attack must be directed at us. Rats, Karen and i thought, we like all the people we know nearby. And we're as unlikely as anyone to be targets of random vandalism. Which is to say that we're as likely as anyone, but still, the chances aren't high.

But then, this morning at church, we saw "NORTH BLOODZ" scratched into the paint near our minivan's rear tire. Which makes me think this is a juvenile (delinquent) gang motivated stunt. Gang initiation, even. Aah, gangs. The tragic result of a society where families are non-existent, abusive or at least dysfunctional. Gangs give kids a desperately needed sense of belonging, of being loved and nurtured. So, Mr. NORTH BLOODZ, i'm very glad your stunt didn't cost us anything besides scratched paint. And God loves you. And if you ever give us an opportunity, we'll demonstrate what a loving family looks like, and we... you know... ahem... love you, um, because God... says we have to.

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