From my test data all of my neighbors are paranoid drunks:
A few months ago I had an encounter with a neighbor a while back now this is really strange for a few reasons. 1 Keep in mind this was at like 11 in the morning, 2 He looks like Jamie from mythbusters 3 my friend Adam (who's rather clean cut) is walking with me. 4 I live in a gated community.
So anyways, Adam and I are walking out to his car after a brief stop at my house we start heading to the main gate. On our way we are confronted by the Paranoid Drunk. Aloft his mighty front porch he demands from us our business in the domain of his domicile This is his story....
Drunk: What're you doing here?
Me: Walking.
Drunk: You know this is private property?
Me: I live here.
Drunk: What about him *Points at Adam*
Me: He's visiting.
Drunk: You know this is private property?
The conversation continued in this fashion untill we found a point to break it and walked away.
My next encounter with crazy drunken neighbor would be several months later. On my way to work. Lo and behold CDN's garage is open and he's standing there, paintbrush in one hand, beer in the other. Varnishing a nightstand in his garage at 8 in the morning. Needless to say it was weird.
So today I told Adam about said experience, we couldn't stop laughing while suggesting he was high on beer and varnish fumes. Good times.
And I think its gonna be a long long time
Till touchdown brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home oh no no no
I'm a rocket man.
Rocket man, burning out his fuse out here alone....
So anyways, Adam and I are walking out to his car after a brief stop at my house we start heading to the main gate. On our way we are confronted by the Paranoid Drunk. Aloft his mighty front porch he demands from us our business in the domain of his domicile This is his story....
Drunk: What're you doing here?
Me: Walking.
Drunk: You know this is private property?
Me: I live here.
Drunk: What about him *Points at Adam*
Me: He's visiting.
Drunk: You know this is private property?
The conversation continued in this fashion untill we found a point to break it and walked away.
My next encounter with crazy drunken neighbor would be several months later. On my way to work. Lo and behold CDN's garage is open and he's standing there, paintbrush in one hand, beer in the other. Varnishing a nightstand in his garage at 8 in the morning. Needless to say it was weird.
So today I told Adam about said experience, we couldn't stop laughing while suggesting he was high on beer and varnish fumes. Good times.
And I think its gonna be a long long time
Till touchdown brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home oh no no no
I'm a rocket man.
Rocket man, burning out his fuse out here alone....