Everyday as I walk through my neighborhood children who I vaguely know or don't know at all shout, "Mr. Kebin!" Which is all fine and dandy as I'm going to or coming from school, but even a late night run to the grocery store for a couple beers entails putting up with the barrages of "Kebin, Kebin, Kebin!" There are about 350 students at my school and if I'd have to guess I'd say I'm living dead smack in the center of these kids. No more pissing off the balcony.
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