"Did you all hear?" Eric pops up from behind the couch, "Someone had been going around flattening car tires."
I chew onto the stick of jerky, "Damn. That sucks."
I should know better than to fight bad with bad, but I really don't.
Screw being the bigger person.
I'll be the smallest, most pitiful person in the room.
"Why would they do that?" Brenda question.
Maybe, because they're inconsiderate jerks.
I shrug.
"Look." Eric shows me a picture of a flat tire and car scratch mark.
"Oh. It looks like it's been keyed. Did he pissed off someone?" I'm a better actress than I thought - wasted talent for sure.
"Looks like it." Eric shakes his head, "Damn. I would cry if someone keyed my car."
"Good to know," I responded.
"Time to go kids!" Dad screamed.
When everyone moves toward the ga
