I’m currently in my Riffs, and I’m doing my best imitation of a sane human who doesn’t throw hands anymore.
Allow me to digress…
These fucking neighbors.
A couple of months back was their daughter’s quince. Whole fucking neighborhood full of cars, all day and all night. Until the Sheriff’s department shows up, followed by the Fire Department, and an ambulance.
These fucking clowns have a son also, who is like 16. Apparently a drunk ass party goer, the father, and this boy get into an altercation, and boy is transported to the damned hospital.
At this point, I’m out front snapping pics, because fuck you, that’s why. You disruptive assholes, who never ask if they can block the fucking driveway, or have music blaring literally until 7am the next morning. They just honestly don’t give a fuck.
These people are the direct driveway across from mine. I don’t care for them. Not even a little. However, because it’s an on-occasion situation, I haven’t been an ultra-bitch.
Night before Father’s Day, same scenario jumps off. This is noon, Saturday, and shit is already fucking hype. Mind you, I’ve already seen the Department of Probation and Parole and a Deputy there first thing Saturday morning, stemming from the fucking quince scenario, and here we fucking go.
So, I work through Saturday night, and Sunday morning I take Puffin out at the ass crack of dawn and one of these drunk ass pieces of fuck has mowed down my mailbox.
Literally. All the fucking way to the ground.
No note, no knock on the door. These fuckers know I’m up all night, and I have witnessed all levels of fuckery coming from this house. Don’t even get me fucking started.
So, I thought to myself, maybe they’re too busy sleeping off the hangover. I’ll give them until Monday to act like decent fucking people and come tell me how they’re going to pay to fix my fucking mailbox.
And here we are. And, yes, I’m madder than a fucking wet hen.
So, this morning, nice and early, I’m going to march my happy ass across the street and ask them when they were going to let me know how they’re going to pay to fix my fucking mailbox.
I have had all manner of idiocy and fuckery happen throughout the course of my drinking and fucking up days. Just ridiculous shit. One thing you don’t do is piss off your neighbors. That’s the difference in your drunk ass friends taking a ride or not.
I’ve never had bad neighbors. I’m not liking it at all. However, from what I’ve seen in the last 90 days, ol’ dude is going to be taking a ride before too long, and the trash is going to take itself out. But not before fixing my fucking mailbox, he isn’t.
Don’t be bad neighbors, people. That’s just all around shit behavior. This is where you live. You see these people every day. Don’t let this type of assholery be what people see of you.
Seriously. Fuck.
Bad neighbors are the worst!
May they get all they deserve.
That sucks. I'm sorry you're dealing with that. Someone was setting off fireworks last night BEGINNING at 10 pm. Fortunately I was able to get to sleep because it's hard to catch those fireworks fuckers. But I already sleep like shit so I'm livid about anyone who disrupts it further.