Mr. Johnson's yard
I don’t know about you but when I was growing up as a kid, ripping and running through the neighborhood there were always those one or two yards that I knew better then to walk on.
Either they had a bad ass dog or some such shit or they were the types of folks that just weren’t down with kids up in their yard.
So when I read a story about this old man that shot-gunned this kid who wouldn’t listen when he was told to stay out of his yard, I'm suprised it didn't happen sooner.
Because when it comes to some folks and their forty-acres and a mule, they tend to be just a tad bit over the top. And we all have some of those types living somewhere near us.
Yeah, when you got some muthafucker on the block who’s so into his yard that he runs a mower over it every single night of the fuckin week, you might want to stay the hell off his grass if you know what's good for you.
"and the monkey flipped the switch"