Proof that he's crazy.
It is 6:30pm, late November, 35 degrees, pitch black outside - and the narcissist next-door is mowing his lawn, with a flashlight.
The grass is dormant. And wants to stay that way. This pretty much proves that's he's been perfectly capable of all the shit I suspected of him. Or witnessed.
His mower keeps shutting down on him. Because 10W-30 doesn't like the cold!
I am thinking that, after whatever this is, he next will sit by his fire-pit and burn the wood he stole from this property.
Because this is some kind of offensive sort of thing.
The grass is dormant. And wants to stay that way. This pretty much proves that's he's been perfectly capable of all the shit I suspected of him. Or witnessed.
His mower keeps shutting down on him. Because 10W-30 doesn't like the cold!
I am thinking that, after whatever this is, he next will sit by his fire-pit and burn the wood he stole from this property.
Because this is some kind of offensive sort of thing.