So I get out of the shower this morning to see an ambulance across the street at the Mark family residence.
I'm able to do that because the window in my second floor bathroom looks down on the street.
This kinda disturbs some people.
Well, actually it seems to disturb everyone but me.
The first person to complain was my loving, but clinically insane, mother. She noticed one day while she was parked out front waiting for me that she could see my arm through the window where I was leaning against the window frame while taking a piss.
It really bothered her that anyone that knew the layout of our house and had a habit of staring in my windows could see my elbow whenever I took a whiz.
Told you she's insane.
But she's not the only one.
Since the house directly opposite the window is now occupied I've gotten numerous complaints by the many users of my facilities that they can hear, and to some extent see, the neighbors who seem to do nothing but sit on their front porch and have loud arguments over cigarettes.
I tell them to do what I do; pretend you're pissing on them.
Makes me feel better.
But anyways, about 9AM an ambulance loaded up a member of the Mark family. I was so concerned I went to sleep.
About 3PM I'm awakened by what sounded like 12 or so children screaming and crying. As the noise continued to get louder, I could reasonably assume it was getting closer.
Turns out there was a domestic dispute a few houses up.
I'm pretty sure another of our neighbors was escorted off by a municipal vehicle.
And to top it off, that scavenger of human misery, the ice cream man returned today.
So I'm having mixed emotions. I hate the fucking ice cream man, but I hate my neighbors too and it seems there's a few fewer of them tonight.
Overall, I guess I'm feeling ok.
So I'm still leaving on my beach trip, which is still from the 11th to the 18th, but I won't be leaving for Brian's place till Thursday, which is the 9th I believe.
Like I said, I'll try to post the hotel name and room number before I leave, so if you're in the neighborhood we can party.
I'm able to do that because the window in my second floor bathroom looks down on the street.
This kinda disturbs some people.
Well, actually it seems to disturb everyone but me.
The first person to complain was my loving, but clinically insane, mother. She noticed one day while she was parked out front waiting for me that she could see my arm through the window where I was leaning against the window frame while taking a piss.
It really bothered her that anyone that knew the layout of our house and had a habit of staring in my windows could see my elbow whenever I took a whiz.
Told you she's insane.
But she's not the only one.
Since the house directly opposite the window is now occupied I've gotten numerous complaints by the many users of my facilities that they can hear, and to some extent see, the neighbors who seem to do nothing but sit on their front porch and have loud arguments over cigarettes.
I tell them to do what I do; pretend you're pissing on them.
Makes me feel better.
But anyways, about 9AM an ambulance loaded up a member of the Mark family. I was so concerned I went to sleep.
About 3PM I'm awakened by what sounded like 12 or so children screaming and crying. As the noise continued to get louder, I could reasonably assume it was getting closer.
Turns out there was a domestic dispute a few houses up.
I'm pretty sure another of our neighbors was escorted off by a municipal vehicle.
And to top it off, that scavenger of human misery, the ice cream man returned today.
So I'm having mixed emotions. I hate the fucking ice cream man, but I hate my neighbors too and it seems there's a few fewer of them tonight.
Overall, I guess I'm feeling ok.
So I'm still leaving on my beach trip, which is still from the 11th to the 18th, but I won't be leaving for Brian's place till Thursday, which is the 9th I believe.
Like I said, I'll try to post the hotel name and room number before I leave, so if you're in the neighborhood we can party.
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