Okay, so I gave reasonable ideas to keep the thugs from messing with you.
Here\'s another approach- do something really fucked up.
It worked for an old roomate.
One day back in winter 2000, while residing at 215 Fitch Street New Haven, my roomate and I were sitting on our pleather couch, chain smoking with an over flowing ashtray between us, playing Madden (Eddie George edition) on N64, when our other roomate burst through the front door as if shot from a canon.
He immediately turned to the closet next to the front door and took out his chainsaw (he worked for a tree service, and the front closet is where he just happened to keep it). He ran out the front door as fast as he came in, starting it up on the way.
We bolted off the couch and followed him out the door to find him chasing 3 local hoods down the street. Our roomate was yelling "I\'ll carve you up and eat you" over the nosie of the chainsaw and the now terrified thugs were shrieking at the top of their lungs while running away.
These thugs had tried to mug our roomate. The best part is they must have thought the chainsaw was a weapon of choice, not convience, (I mean, who the hell keeps a chainsaw in the front closet of their house?) but a message was sent, and for the rest of our duration there, the neighborhood was scared of us.
