I was visiting my mother in Chicago last week and got to witness her new neighbors....

When I was growing up the house next door was was a border line drug house (parents die and leave house to 5 grown male kids who do nothing but get high all day)...then once all the drug users got too old to perform the antics that made us feel unsafe...the house got sold....

the house was sold to poor souls who tried to "flip it" and they did so well that the only people who bought it was a family straight off the boat from some poor Caribbean or African nation...

they barely speak English and a simple good morning on my behalf only elicits blank stares from the children and a smile from the parents...

This family doesn't seem to realize that when you move from a hut to a house there are many advantages......one is you now have a backyard....you no longer need to cook and play and leave bikes and toys in your front yard or that of the neighbors decently manicured lawns.....(don't get me started on the weeds in their yards that blow into everyone else's)

I wake up one day last week to let my dog out in the backyard to do his morning business.....and guess what I see...3 refugee looking kids in my mothers back yard....picking her peppers from her garden....

It was that that moment that I wished the dog I owned was a mean Pitt or German Shepard...or any other mean ass dog willing to bite strangers.....instead of the people loving Bichon that constantly dusts my floor...

I let the dog out and watched them hop back over the fence....

If I knew for certain they weren't Nigerian or Jamaican...I would have started kicking some foreign ass...