Everyone is this neighborhood waves
The neighbors on our left are an ugly ex frat/sorority couple with a disturbingly stupid child. The husband, who wears No Fear shirts every god damn day, justifies his purchase of $300 leaf blower by using it every day on the few bits of plant debris that scatter his driveway. He is doing it right now, despite the fact that a storm is brewing and is sure to knock more shit onto the driveway. I believe he may be jealous of our youthful antics, and has killed my flowers in the bed between our house by his overuse of a leaf blower.
The neighbors on our right are brother and sister. Their father owns the house. They are up all hours of the night. The sister smokes cigarettes and cries to someone on the phone on the front porch almost everyday since we've been here. We are convinced they are incestual swingers.
The elderly couple near the school path are sweet as can be. I talked to them everyday coming from the busstop a few years ago. They like to adopt pets no one else will, like Sosie, a little black mutt who was hit by a car and only had three legs.
There is a little girl down the street who stops me everytime she sees me to tell me about any random thing she can think of. Recently, her mother came out and told me how glad she was to see another interracial couple on the street.
I cross the street to avoid a single old man. He has lived here for many years, and he seems nice enough, but I cannot get the idea out of my head that he is a pervert who is smart enough to look and not touch. It doesn't help that some times he mows his lawn with no shirt.
A lesbian couple at the end of the street erected a privacy fence in the backyard because they couldn't deal with the family who moved in next door. They would invite members of the congregation over to speak in toungues every tuesday and thursday. I recall that their daughter was afraid of cupcakes.
The neighbors on our right are brother and sister. Their father owns the house. They are up all hours of the night. The sister smokes cigarettes and cries to someone on the phone on the front porch almost everyday since we've been here. We are convinced they are incestual swingers.
The elderly couple near the school path are sweet as can be. I talked to them everyday coming from the busstop a few years ago. They like to adopt pets no one else will, like Sosie, a little black mutt who was hit by a car and only had three legs.
There is a little girl down the street who stops me everytime she sees me to tell me about any random thing she can think of. Recently, her mother came out and told me how glad she was to see another interracial couple on the street.
I cross the street to avoid a single old man. He has lived here for many years, and he seems nice enough, but I cannot get the idea out of my head that he is a pervert who is smart enough to look and not touch. It doesn't help that some times he mows his lawn with no shirt.
A lesbian couple at the end of the street erected a privacy fence in the backyard because they couldn't deal with the family who moved in next door. They would invite members of the congregation over to speak in toungues every tuesday and thursday. I recall that their daughter was afraid of cupcakes.