My Single Mom Life

Sebastian and I were headed out for a walk to 7-11 to get some phone cards for all of our phones. As we are walking, this punk little mother fucker riding on the handle bars of his fellow FFA's bike, screams right in my ear causing me to jump.
There are no damn sidewalks on my street. Someone screaming like that, I think I'm about to get hit by a car or someone else just got hit by a car.
They ride about 3 feet in front of us and laugh at how they made me jump.
I yelled back at the little punk ass piece of shit.
They keep riding, cross the street to 7-11.
While waiting for the light so we can cross, we witness them stealing some little kids bike. Right at 7-11!
All these people standing there pumping gas and they did nothing. The kid runs off crying as I'm finally able to cross the street.
They see me coming and start backing up.
I get right up to them and yell at them about stealing that kids bike. They tell me they didn't, it was their bike, they took it back cuz he stole it from them.
Yeah right, that's why he's running home crying.
I continued to yell at them about that and about screaming at people who are just walking up the street.
The one little punk yells at me that I can't, and I quote, "Yell at me cuz I'm a fucking minor".
I said yeah? You want to call the fucking cops cuz I'm swearing at ya? Here, let me fucking dial it for ya you little fuck.
I start getting out my phone from my pocket.
Now people pumping gas are suddenly interested.
Uh huh.
Pay no attention while some kid is getting his bike stolen, but a kid saying I can't swear at him, gets their undivided attention.
The little punk who originally yelled in my ear, starts swearing at me, calling me a fucking bitch and all kinds of shit, I walk right up to him and say yeah? You wanna tell this problem to the cops? I'm dialing it right now you fuck.
They get on their bikes and peddle off as fast as they can.
The cops tell me they can't do anything because I don't know who these kids are, and no one else at 7-11 can say that they stole a bike.
Fucking stupid fucking shit.
Really.
I'm pissed.
The cop tells me I can't talk to minors that way. I said well they can't go around stealing shit. If you're gonna reprimand me for swearing at a minor, go get that minor to file a complaint on me and while you're at it, ask him how he got that nice blue bike.
The cop just looks at me, says he can't do anything cuz there are no other witnesses to the bike theft.
I shake my head, go in 7-11, get our stuff and come back home.
Rotten fucking punk ass little fuckers.
I swear to god, I fucking see those pieces of shit again, I'll rip the damn bike right out from under their ass.