fucking elderly.
I live right close to Pinehurst, a huge golf resort. Therefore, everyone is old and snotty. Neighbors all hate each other here. There was once an old couple who complained to the village council because their neighbor's children's swingset was too close to their fence. There's an 8pm noise curfew due to countless calls to police about kids playing basketball too late or listening to the radio. If you paint your house the wrong color, the council will hear about it from your neighbors.
Thankfully, the particular spot where I live isn't under the jurisdiction of the village, though my neighbors are still shit. My neighbors on the left side are Dallas and Louise, an old couple with an immaculate front yard and garden. They have complained to us for picking pecans from a tree that's rooted in their yard but hangs over ours. They've complained that we don't keep the fence between our houses tidy and painted red like theirs. They have shot at my cats when they cross into their yard. They've threatened to call the police on me for crossing a corner of their yard to get to a different house.
Through the trees behind my house live the mexicans. Their house is small, square and yellow. Their yard is full of holes and shovels. Every Saturday night, promptly at 6pm, I hear loud, nonsensical yelling from over there. Every Sunday night, their children come out with skateboards and loud pop music. Sometimes they also wrestle and scream at each other.
Yes, I love where I live.
No apologies, because size doesn't matter.
( trintrin has jam for blood, Fri 26 Aug 2005, 15:41, Reply)