[dewolf]

My next stint was at home. Six Somali boys move in next door. Rental house. First few days...quiet. Then all the friends start rocking up at all hours. Music blaring etc. One weeknight at 2.00am they're out in the street kicking a ball around and making a hell of a racket. I go out and ask them to kindly take it to the park a few hundred metres away. We all have work in the morning. Next thing....bang...I'm suckered and on the ground with a broken nose. Blood pissing out, I get up and start fighting as I'm taking hits and kicks. My adult sons make their way outside and start punching on. 17 vs 3. Cops pull up and they scatter.
I run through my camera footage to show the cops I went out there to politely ask them to move on. The cops call me the aggressor for approaching them.
Next day the same guys are out the front as my son pulls up. They all start mouthing off. He makes a call to biker friend. Within minutes you could the hear the Harleys coming. Twenty of them. All with their patches on. They all pull up and start talking to my son. The next day the Somalis are packing up and leaving.
Two rounds of surgery and my nose is fixed.