OK. So let me tell you about yesterday. Good lord yesterday.
I was awoken by the woman across the way (remember the scary guy with the gun who tried to steal a house? His wife) pounding on my door at about 11 am. I ignored her, but she pounded twice on the one door and then again on the door to my bedroom and then again on the main door. Apparently Ricky and Lucy’s* teenagers were fucking around in my car last night. AWESOME. Now I have to start locking shit. Little felons in training. YOU DON’T STEAL FROM YOUR NEIGHBOURS! Especially since their grandfather’s a friend of mine and will kick their asses. (Not to mention just about everyone else in the neighbourhood.) Since it was about 5 degrees warmer outside my house I promptly opened all my doors and windows and put a big fan in the doorway to blow in the warm air (it works! From 14º to 18º) and have my breakfast outside while listening to DNTO and WWDTM**. I was promptly asked by Ricky if I had heard a gunshot the night before. I hadn’t. Neither had the neighbours on the other side (ah George - the one who kind of asked me out and super drunken Sean his new roommate) or Ricky and Lucy. Apparently the Chow that hangs out next door (I thought that it was their dog, but apparently not) got shot. I would like to say that this was at about noon. An hour later (after lots of drinking and swearing from next door - there’s now about 4 guys and the 2 future felons there) Sean comes over with a gun and shoots the poor dog again. Then they put it in garbage bags and take it away. I don’t know about you, but if my dog gets shot - hell if a shot dog comes back to my house first thing I do is call an emergency vet. I especially don’t let it sit there and suffer for hours before I put it out of it’s misery (I wouldn’t be able to shoot it). They come back and see that the scary neighbours across the street have come home and the lot of them trudge up the hill to confront them (I mean really? If they shot the dog we all would have heard it). At that point Lamar was coming up the hill to see what was going on. He’s one of the lifelong residents who is pretty cool. We were talking for awhile (I told him about the dog getting shot) and since he’s talking to me the guys next door notice me. FUCKING GREAT. Since now I’m getting hit on by drunken morons that I’d rather hit with a broom, though Lamar tells them to fuck right off before I even get to, which is nice. But he tells them about his neighbour who has a few gallons of a keg left over from a party last night. So they empty a cooler and go down and fill it up. Oh this will be good. Then there’s a lot of drunken piling into the minivan driving to who knows where (which thankfully stops the loud music, but fortunately it was the Beatles this time) and then coming back. I was invited, but I’m not getting in a van full of drunken dudes who all continually hit on me. OH HELLS NO. At one point there was a gunshot and they all piled in and sped down to where it came from. I would hate to be that person, though if they shot a dog they deserve whatever they get. I was inside and I hear moron #1 (my LL calls him “drunken Brian”) was in front of my house hollering something so I come out and he was all “yeah….” and gets a big smile on his face. I will punch him very hard in the nuts if I have to.
OH MY GOD. When does it go back to quiet around here? Why do I have to live next to the troublemakers? Ugh.
EDIT: I totally forgot to mention that I kind of got asked out by Lamar (HA!) and was informed that NASCAR is the biggest "sport" in the US, to which I replied "that's sad" and was promptly invited to a NASCAR event, free of charge, of course, because I obviously do not know the AWESOME POWER of NASCAR. HA!
*not really Ricky & Lucy, but they remind me of Ricky & Lucy from the Trailer Park Boys
**Wait Wait…Don’t Tell Me
I was awoken by the woman across the way (remember the scary guy with the gun who tried to steal a house? His wife) pounding on my door at about 11 am. I ignored her, but she pounded twice on the one door and then again on the door to my bedroom and then again on the main door. Apparently Ricky and Lucy’s* teenagers were fucking around in my car last night. AWESOME. Now I have to start locking shit. Little felons in training. YOU DON’T STEAL FROM YOUR NEIGHBOURS! Especially since their grandfather’s a friend of mine and will kick their asses. (Not to mention just about everyone else in the neighbourhood.) Since it was about 5 degrees warmer outside my house I promptly opened all my doors and windows and put a big fan in the doorway to blow in the warm air (it works! From 14º to 18º) and have my breakfast outside while listening to DNTO and WWDTM**. I was promptly asked by Ricky if I had heard a gunshot the night before. I hadn’t. Neither had the neighbours on the other side (ah George - the one who kind of asked me out and super drunken Sean his new roommate) or Ricky and Lucy. Apparently the Chow that hangs out next door (I thought that it was their dog, but apparently not) got shot. I would like to say that this was at about noon. An hour later (after lots of drinking and swearing from next door - there’s now about 4 guys and the 2 future felons there) Sean comes over with a gun and shoots the poor dog again. Then they put it in garbage bags and take it away. I don’t know about you, but if my dog gets shot - hell if a shot dog comes back to my house first thing I do is call an emergency vet. I especially don’t let it sit there and suffer for hours before I put it out of it’s misery (I wouldn’t be able to shoot it). They come back and see that the scary neighbours across the street have come home and the lot of them trudge up the hill to confront them (I mean really? If they shot the dog we all would have heard it). At that point Lamar was coming up the hill to see what was going on. He’s one of the lifelong residents who is pretty cool. We were talking for awhile (I told him about the dog getting shot) and since he’s talking to me the guys next door notice me. FUCKING GREAT. Since now I’m getting hit on by drunken morons that I’d rather hit with a broom, though Lamar tells them to fuck right off before I even get to, which is nice. But he tells them about his neighbour who has a few gallons of a keg left over from a party last night. So they empty a cooler and go down and fill it up. Oh this will be good. Then there’s a lot of drunken piling into the minivan driving to who knows where (which thankfully stops the loud music, but fortunately it was the Beatles this time) and then coming back. I was invited, but I’m not getting in a van full of drunken dudes who all continually hit on me. OH HELLS NO. At one point there was a gunshot and they all piled in and sped down to where it came from. I would hate to be that person, though if they shot a dog they deserve whatever they get. I was inside and I hear moron #1 (my LL calls him “drunken Brian”) was in front of my house hollering something so I come out and he was all “yeah….” and gets a big smile on his face. I will punch him very hard in the nuts if I have to.
OH MY GOD. When does it go back to quiet around here? Why do I have to live next to the troublemakers? Ugh.
EDIT: I totally forgot to mention that I kind of got asked out by Lamar (HA!) and was informed that NASCAR is the biggest "sport" in the US, to which I replied "that's sad" and was promptly invited to a NASCAR event, free of charge, of course, because I obviously do not know the AWESOME POWER of NASCAR. HA!
*not really Ricky & Lucy, but they remind me of Ricky & Lucy from the Trailer Park Boys
**Wait Wait…Don’t Tell Me
Current Location: hell
Current Mood:
discontent
discontent& i am listening to : "Canada Day Off/Toronto" - Carolyn Mark & NQ Arbuckle
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