Another bright and sunny day out there and my neighbor's arsoned house is being gutted like a $2 whore in a back alley. Otherwise, all is quiet on Harrison Ave.
Oh, did I tell ya I had to call the police on my cocksucking neighbors the day? Well, we're doing a shitload of spring cleaning around here and getting rid of shit we don't want and don't use. I put a bunch of baby stuff on the front lawn- stroller, car seats, diaper genie- junk like that (my youngest is 5, so that tells you how long we've been storing this crap), but I also put out some exercise equipment, an old 40 inch screen projection TV with a faded picture, and the ugliest queen sleeper couch known to man.
I came home Sunday evening to find everything except one weight bench gone. Woohoo! BUT- that ugly ass couch isn't really gone. Some cocksucker picked it up and left it three houses down on the other side of the street.
Scumbag fucks. So I went to the house where it was dropped off and to another neighbor's house to find out who did it. It was my next-door neighbor! Well, it was a couple of teenagers who were visiting him, but he knew about it. (He's the one who took the TV)
Being the bastard I am, I called the police and they made the kids bring the couch back to my yard. It's the small things in life that bring me joy. I tossed it in the dumpster the next morning. I hate neighbors. Up to a year ago, this was a really quiet street.