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After the "incident" with the local Juvenile-Delinquents-in-Training and their indulgent parents (Fireworks at 10PM in a residential neighborhood), things in the area have continued to slide.
ALL LAST NIGHT, the newest resident of a 110 year old house/now a 4-plex and his buddies decided to drink all night in their back yard. The problem was that they weren't LOUD, just talking at normal daytime conversational levels approximately 30 feet from our bedroom windows. ALL NIGHT LONG.
By about 5AM, they are really loaded. The "resident" is telling his buddies to "Shut up! Shut up! I've got NEIGHBORS, they have kids and I just moved in here!" The buddies are countering with "I could give a shit, I was BORN in this town...." with replies "Shut up! I'll break your fucking neck!"
I let the dogs out because they WANT out for obvious reasons (early, but I'm not into cleaning the floors at this time of morning), the puppy gives his little "ArrOOOOO!" because he hears these clowns, who decide to WHISTLE for the dogs and howl BACK. The "resident" continues his "Shut up! I'll break your fucking neck!" littany, as if that will do any good, THEN one of them shoots off a firecracker.
Deb YELLS "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" I reply (loud enough to be heard) "Sounded like a gunshot!" To which the party quickly breaks up.
The single strand DNA is starting to get so thick in this country you can probably SMELL it if you try.
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