Short Version
I once caught a 22 yr old guy as he was robbing my shop. He was already putting my Rip Curl Tidemaster watch on as I suprised him. I chased him out the front door and tackled him in the street and dragged his raggedy *** back in while my girlfriend called the police. We raiseda bit of a comotion in the street and it was all I could do to get the guy back into my shop and lock his 10 friends out. While he and I cage matched it inside until the cops got there, they all pounded wildly on my glass store front.
Turns out he is well known to the police, has a record, and is a part of a informal gang the police refer to as the **** Rats.
He got off on a technicality, then he and his older brother began to vandalize my shop and shout obscenities at my customers when I wasn't around.
One day I was downtown talking with some casual acquaintances on the street and noticed a big heavy guy wearing a white tank top t shirt staring at me. I acknowledged him with a common nod and said, "How ya doing?"
"A lot better than your gonna be doing in a minute, thats for sure", he replied.
Puzzled, I looked at the two guys flanking him and recognized them as the 22 yr old perp and his older brother.
"Yeah, that's right", he says. "Ya beat up my kid and stole his watch".
"Do you want to hear my side of the story?" I ask him. "I'm the one who got robbed by your son there".
"Maybe I'll talk to you some time when you're not all glazed over" he says.
"What the hell are you talking about?", I said. "Look, we're all here now; me and the three of you. If you want to talk it out, or how ever you want to do it, here we all are so let's just end it now. However you want to end it, lets end it now." ( I really don't doubt that I would have whipped all three of their asses at the same time, but who really wants to get into a street fight).
The guy says some more stupid stuff, I mention of few more times that it's ending here and now and after this they're never gonna be near my shop again blah blah "end it now" I say and the guy starts backing away, pointing his finger at me saying "no, you'll get yours, you'll get yours."
I looked at him in pathetic amazement and said "oh, we're here now, but your going to hit me when my back is turned. So thats where your kids learned it? They learned it from their old man the Coward. I see" and they walked off.
That seemed to me to be some really bad parenting. On the other hand, maybe the FF is a little smarter than I give him credit for; the kids never botherred me again after that.