Jan 10, 2005 16:29
I got on my roof last night, and i was viewing my neighbors house. I looked down, and the window blinds were open. the woman who lives next door to me was changing, and i polietly turned around as to look away from her, because thats not right for a gentle man to do. So i looked at the other house on the right of me. A couple, fairly young, were outside talking. The conversation seemed normal, when they got louder. i could hear the profanity being used, as it was being projected almost all over the seemingly small neighborhood. The night was drawing near, and the tempature was steadily dropping. I knew i must be getting back inside before i caught a cold. But i decided to stay, just for a bit longer. It was very cold now, and not wearing a shirt was a descion i was regreting, and regreting quickly. I was watching the couple closely now. They were angry, but the reason of the anger i could not pin-point. The woman got in her honda, after several minutes of fighting, and drove off. the man stormed into the house crying. I then got on the ladder and climbed back down to the safety of the ground.
the moral of the story?
I dont know, but i'll tell you one thing
wear a shirt if its gonna be cold
Love,
The Party Boy