who's the biggest freak in your neighborhood?

I dont know any of the neighbours

 

there are bigger humans in my neighborhood. i've seen them. i like to think none of them are freeqier then myself, but i know that's probably just my ego too.

 

i would say i'm the second biggest freak in the area where i live is sooooo white bread, it is stirght out sinclare lewis book 'babbit.'
i was the biggest freak until a family moved in who has a gay son, and his boyfriend lives with him. i don't give a rats ass about that, but they have brought their friends around. their friends tend to be emos, goths, hippies, punks and so forth.
most people went apeshit over that because it was the 'there goes the neighborhood!' and, 'it is the end times, the antichrist is now among us!' mentality.

i think the biggest freaks are, the asshole and bitich who live down the street.
it is one hell of a long list i could give that make them an asshole/bitch.
their most recent explot is aganist dogs take a dump on the trail behind our houses. we have alot of wildlife where i live, and i'm sure most of it is not dog shit either.
i just love this stupid ideal of theirs! they scoop up the shit and started throwing in peoples mailboxes on top of their mail who have dogs.
they finally got caught, and the postal service came out and arrested them. they were ranting about, the postal service should be arresting real crimials, like the people who let their dogs shit all over the place, and not law abiding citizens like them who were just enforcing the law we all got a real good laugh from watching them being taken away!
we were to soooo happy to be rid of the asshole and bitich for awhile!

 

We got this guy are here called crazy mike who has something very, very wrong with him. The rumors are varied but then all share the theme that he went crazy in Vietnam, however I am hearing now that I am getting older from my parents age group or so that he was never actually in 'nam. He can be seen walking from one town to the next always with a five a clock shadow, an angry crazy glare, a fedora hat, and a bottle of booz is his back pocket. In the summer he walks around in an open Hawaiian shirt with his booz belly sticking out, in the winter he can be seen walking on even the coldest days (even negative degrees) It's rumored he lives in a tent on his family's property as a "compromise" the family agreed to. He is generally not violent but is extremely angry all the time and screams obscenities and makes up stories about terrible things happening. If you yell things like "grenade" he freaks out, at times he makes a gun out of his hand and shoots at cars while standing in the street. He frequents building 19 for the free coffee and apparently hats. In town everyone pity's mike so they turn a blind eye to his alcoholism, temper, and hat theft. Where building 19 is theres a plaza where he will go to each store getting kicked out. I have friends who used to work at a food place there, he would weekly come to the store, open the door, and whether or not it was crowded or empty scream very loudly in his drunken crazy tone, "Any of your whores workin'?" We used to agitate him to see what he would do. Once me and a few people threw water balloons at him and he called the cops. They showed up and saw him and he told them that we threw the balloons and then broke a bottle of vodka over his head despite any evidence to show as such and went on to say that after the attack we stole his wallet. The cop pulled us to the side and said something along the lines of, "leave that guy alone, hes crazy, went nutz in Vietnam back off him." I felt bad after that, the cop had a point but it was still hysterical. If you know anybody in the Haverhill MA area ask them if they have heard of Crazy Mike, they will enthrall you with many humorous bizarre stories.

 

There's this one fifty-year-old or something guy that lives down the road from me named Steven or something. He wears these really short purple shorts that say "CHEER" on them. Ahahah. If that's not a freak, then I don't know what is.

 

everyone here seems pretty normal, so it must be me!!

 

Who's the biggest freak?

MMMMEEEEEE!!!!!!!

 

There is a weird old guy down the street from me who lives in a brown house with unique linear and trapezoidal architecture. This house is built on a downhill slope and there is a small bridge walkway that leads to the front door. The guy who lives there has sever PTSD like nothing I've ever seen. All over this walkway and his garage he has NO TRESPASSING and PRIVATE PROPERTY and VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTED strewn everywhere.

A couple years ago, he hired a crew to cut all the branches off all the oak trees in his front yard, all the way down to the trunk (a select few branches were left, but not many). He did that because he was paranoid that the trees were going to fall on his house. These trees are small and healthy mind you, and couldn't do much damage to his house in the worst of storms. The neighbors were pissed because he made the street look hideous with his yard. But luckily, most of his trees survived and the branches are growing back successfully.

 

LOL the biggest freak in our neighbourhood is the guy who runs the neighbourhood watch scheme. LOL I swear he is such a fuckin nazi, he even had the police send a letter to everyone in the area complaining about some teenagers that were hanging around on the corner of the street just talking and yet he said they were vandalising cars etc. In this letter the police asked people to make a report about these people or any suspicious behaviour you suspected the neighbours of. I sent mine back saying that i suspected my neighbour was a communist and how glad i was that our police force had finally resorted to using the exact same tactics the nazis in germany had used and that my suspicion about my neighbour centred around the fact that he didnt own a television so couldnt be taking in the government propoganda that we must all believe in and that i hoped the police would "haff vays of making him talk" lol
I signed the letter as Mr Cop-loving nazi
they are fucking freaks man - neighbourhood watch - curtain twitchers who failed the police school

 

Me, whether my neighbors see it or not I fit the description as a freak.

 

WOrd for word, this story applys to me, except his name is Crazy Louie, and he never called the cops on us. He did the gun with fingers thing at us, sold us cigs when we were 10, talked to himself all crazy, and even the vietnam rumor.

 

Well, in my neighbourhood, there's MANY......
Me: because I had my goth phase where I wore my black lipstick and hung around in the graveyard over the road, now I'm hippie Nem and the neighbours do NOT take well to hippies
My next door neighbour: because she's literally insane but thinks she's not, she cuts hedges down and throws mops at my cats (bitch!)
My mother: because of her 6am jogging sessions and 7am shopping sprees

 

Me and my man are the weirdos of the block.

I'm the only girl where we live, all the neighbors are single males. I used to freak them out with my "all black, all the time" clothes, turban and the magick symbols I draw occasionally on my forehead or external corner of my eyes, but they realized I'm harmless pretty quick. My man doesn't have an alt look so much, but the neighbors think he's a freak cause he "dates a witch". :smilielol5:

 

part of the reason us society is becoming more alienated and dysfunctional is because of the tendency to talk trash/ spread rumors about marginalized people in particular

it seems to come from a combination of paranoid fear, malice, and malicious boredom (we don't have anything else to talk about, so we'll talk about so-and-so). this creates a climate that makes it difficult for any healthy social relationships to exist.

most of these people are harmless, or are victims of abuse and trauma visited upon them by them by society. it's like people stab them in the first place, then talk about them when they bleed

it's kind of like boo radley from "to kill a mockingbird"

anyway, if society was more accepting, many of these freaks could better participate in society and would probably become less crazy

I feel bad for all of the vets who went to war with some ideal of duty, only to get brain fucked for life and then get pissed on when they came back home

 

Yes.

I would say I'm the biggest freak in my neighborhood, cuz I walk around having conversations with myself and answering. However there's so much woods separating most of the houses that I really don't know much about the neighbors - except for John - he was out in the middle of the night burning something in the woods between our properties. We were concerned about it, but it was some other neighbor who called the fire department. They pulled a pump truck onto our driveway to douse flames in the woods, and told us John had been burning books. Books? Why not give them to the local library? John is also the one who's out mowing his lawn in the dark almost every other night in good weather. I guess he's pretty harmless, though, as long as he doesn't start the trees on fire or interrupt my conversations with myself.

 

Everyone on this street appears to know eachother or be related, and there is a little ginger-haired girl who wanders about from door to door. It doesn't look like the people are sure where she should live or which of them she was produced from. We don't speak to any of them really, and we have wildflowers all over our lawn, so I suppose we are the freaks.

 

i live downtown...
however freaky you think you are, there are people who are like 10 steps beyond your idea of mad crazy...
it's beautiful+

 

im gesing me lol hard not to be wen ya live in prepy suburbs and ya stumble home at 3 in the morning totaly FUKED on asid, k and mdma , deked out in glowstiks singing along to some random song ^^

 

There is an older guy that lives several doors down that lives alone. He has a long black beard and hair (balding on top). He's in a wheelchair and smokes a pipe. And he has a thick accent.

One of my neighbors said he was a Russian scientist, or something like that. And he was run over by a car.

I didn't think anything was off about him until I heard him in the middle of the night screaming some gibberish and crying out loud (and I mean LOUD). That's when I knew this guy was mental.

I almost called the cops a couple of times on him for being so loud at that hour (midnight to 3 am mostly). But then I discovered that he was looking for his cat, and I figured he must be off his nut job meds. I saw him with the cat following him home, and he was scolding it the whole way.

I heard someone yell SHUT UP one night. He didn't. Not long after that I thought I heard a gun shot. I opened the window and could still hear him so I knew he was still alive, dammit. jk

I feel sorry for the guy. But what really scares me is what will happen if the cat doesn't come home one night. The cat is soo old it farts dust.

 

Isn't it funny that most of the people that responded to this thread responded by saying that THEIR the biggest freak?

 

^^ this ^^