Writer's Block: Who's in your neighborhood
How well do you know your next-door neighbors?
I know that at number.... 13? Lives a single moter of 4, she is 27? And her kids scream and yell alot. Her oldest son's father is a psycho and stabbed the guy that lives in her shed. Tim, Drew, Betty and I jumped the fence with toilet paper ((for James's stabwounds)) and weapons ((A basebal bat, a golf club and Tim's sci's)). After the cops were called and the guy fucked off, Miss 13 informed us that the fucker had a gun.
Woah, excellent. And me with my baseball bat.. wow...
I know that when she goes off at 11 o'clock at night to catch the bus to Holland park to get some 'sleeping pills' I go and sit in her living room to keep an eye on her two baby girls. I also know that those little girls run around in the backyard nearlyevery day completely nekkid. Cute, but in this day and age, I'd prolly build ten foot fences around the yard so noone coudl see my babies.
I know a few nights ago she went to the shops with one of her girls and locked her keys in the house. The baby was inside and started screaming, realising she was all alone. Miss 13 realised she had left her keys in the house and sent her oldest daughter through the window to unlock the door.
Down at number 9, they are loudest bogans EVER. You know she is home when you hear a really loud muffled country music emanating from her ute. She opens teh gate "yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep" ((Thats the noise it makes)) and then "HALLO BOY!" to the dog.
Oh by the way, the dog totally appreciates it when she beeps hallo and goodbye to him every day.
Eff me. I know I could have WORSE neighbours, and there's SO MUCH more to whinge about about number 9, but meh, I'm over writing now.
I know that at number.... 13? Lives a single moter of 4, she is 27? And her kids scream and yell alot. Her oldest son's father is a psycho and stabbed the guy that lives in her shed. Tim, Drew, Betty and I jumped the fence with toilet paper ((for James's stabwounds)) and weapons ((A basebal bat, a golf club and Tim's sci's)). After the cops were called and the guy fucked off, Miss 13 informed us that the fucker had a gun.
Woah, excellent. And me with my baseball bat.. wow...
I know that when she goes off at 11 o'clock at night to catch the bus to Holland park to get some 'sleeping pills' I go and sit in her living room to keep an eye on her two baby girls. I also know that those little girls run around in the backyard nearlyevery day completely nekkid. Cute, but in this day and age, I'd prolly build ten foot fences around the yard so noone coudl see my babies.
I know a few nights ago she went to the shops with one of her girls and locked her keys in the house. The baby was inside and started screaming, realising she was all alone. Miss 13 realised she had left her keys in the house and sent her oldest daughter through the window to unlock the door.
Down at number 9, they are loudest bogans EVER. You know she is home when you hear a really loud muffled country music emanating from her ute. She opens teh gate "yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep" ((Thats the noise it makes)) and then "HALLO BOY!" to the dog.
Oh by the way, the dog totally appreciates it when she beeps hallo and goodbye to him every day.
Eff me. I know I could have WORSE neighbours, and there's SO MUCH more to whinge about about number 9, but meh, I'm over writing now.