West Side Story on steroids with a DVD cam

Man, there sure are some enterprising, brutal little fuckers running around out there these days - and in my own back yard, no less.

Agg Townz? Who knew my sleepy little commuter 'burb had a new nickname? It's certainly much easier to say than my old stand-by names: that traffic-congested, strip-mall frightmare, Cookie Cutter Land, the place I said I'd never live, but after eight years of living in Dallas, I find myself seeking refuge elsewhere, and elsewhere just happens to be here in Agg Townz for the time being. This new beez-nax has caught me off guard, though - the upcoming DVD release of Agg Townz Fights, Part 2? Sheesh. I'd never even heard of Part 1, and here I am, Little Miss Movie Buff. Where the bloody hell have I been?

God, how this makes me long for the days of innocence, the good old daze of Over The Edge-era rec-room trashing, flipping the finger at the headmaster, and burning geometry books in the school parking lot. These kids make this former jailbait queen feel positively ancient.

And apparently The Resident's speech tomorrow night will include talk of militarizing the U.S.-Mexico border. Perhaps he might want to reconsider the National Guard and use these marauding ass-hats instead. I'm hard-pressed to think of a better way to discourage illegal immigration, or legal immigration, for that matter.