No... Really... For Real, Though
For God Sake let me break away from this place. We got these wack neighbors across the street. I could spit and hit one of them dead in the head. These folk's are in the yard chatting it up with street walkers. The stupid-head oldest kid is banging on the freaking drums into the evening and night. It's always something with these fools. I just peeked out the door to verify what was going on before I called the police. Low and behold, about 10 to 12 teenage boys come pouring out the door and onto the streets. It was sad. Now only old people and families live on this road. I can't in good conscious call the "people" across the street a "family." The wife has a so-called heart condition and is always leaving the husband and coming back, fighting and fussing, moving out, and coming back. The Husband is a mildly retarded looking man. You know, how down syndrome babies look... like Trig, Palin's kid. Supposedly, he sells meth to the locals (As shouted out