Easy. Two years ago on Valentine's Day, my gramma was coming over to drop off some ice cream cake. She called us up and said, "The neighbor kid just flipped me off." We hated it, but it was nothing different than what we would expect from him. So she makes it to our house and we chat for a bit until the neighbor kid stops in front of our pasture and chucks rocks at our cattle. We notice he's holding a gun. He points it at them a few times, as if he's taunting us to get out of the house. He then walks in front of our house and throws the rocks at it. One actually hits the deck. We call the police at that moment. Anywho, he is gone, but we go into a bedroom since it has a lock on the door. And we notice the window has several bullet holes in it. Maybe he had shot it not too long ago and it was for some reason too quiet or maybe he shot it when I was cleaning the grill earlier. But anywho, things haven't changed. He's still threatening our lives and the county won't so squat.
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