Dear diary,
      Someone threatened me with a gun today. Let me explain. Me and a few of my friends have been looking for a couch for about a month and half. What for, you ask? To place in out hang-out/club house spot that we wanted to start, deep down in an Everglades forest, out of everybody’s way. Almost like a tree house kind of thing, but on the ground. Typical kid’s stuff. So we had the couch up on the roof of the car and parked at the place we were going to enter the forest. Here’s where the trouble came. A family that lives in a house right next to where we parked came out to investigate our doings as we were taking the couch down from the roof of our car. All of the time and energy that we’d spent trying to get that silly couch on top of that silly car was wasted after hearing the family’s we’ve-called-the-police, and I-wrote-down-your-license-tag threats. And when I say family, I mean like entire friggin’ extended family. To get us to leave, they all pulled out their phones, dialing the police, and started taking pictures on their digital cameras of us and our car; from over 150 feet away. My response? To wave and smile for the camera.
     So we had this couch back up on our car all secured and fit and the families were all back in their house, except for a single 25 year old man that waited patiently for us to leave. As we were pulling away, we tried to be mature about the whole situation and offered an apology. Trey stuck his head out the window and said, “I’m sorry if we’ve caused you any trouble”, and we rode off into the night to return the couch to where we found it. Around five slightly annoyed minutes later, we were driving down an empty road when a white Acura TSX comes barreling down the road behind us and slows down to our speed next to us. To no surprise, the window is rolled down and we hear, “YOU LOOKING FOR TROUBLE, EH?” We were a little freaked out and sped up a little even though the couch was still on top of the car. After yelling at us a few more times, the car decided that he was in the mood for a little face to face confrontation. So he speeds up really fast and pulls quickly into our lane. We stop fast, barely inches from slamming into the side of his lovely little car.  “YOU LOOKING FOR TROUBLE YOU LEETLE BEESH?” And the man proceeds to call Dennis (who was driving at the time) names and talk about how much trouble we are in if we do anything to his car. What had ended up happening was that he had thought that we had said something along the lines of ‘Are you looking for trouble?’ as we were pulling away and not ‘I’m sorry for causing trouble’. We tried to tell him about the miscommunication, to which he responded with reaching under his shirt and threatening to ‘cap us all with his 9mm’ and pounding on the back seat window with his fist. After a little more of his five-year old ranting, he took pictures of our license plate and then got in his car and backed away.
    The story ends with us promptly returning the couch to the place we got it and going home. Tomorrow, I am going to write a letter expressing my deepest apologies and a request for a copy of the pictures they took of us. Especially the one with me waving. Good night diary.