Tell me a little about your neighbors

I live in a urban-ish neighborhood in the Midwest. My neighbors are more diversed than I thought possible, considering the region I live in.

I live on a corner lot. On one side, I have Judy and Bill. They're your typical early 50s lower middle class married couple. Bill drives a Budweiser truck, and I'm not sure what Judy does. They have two fat teenagers.

On the other side of the corner are the Mexicans. I don't know their names, as they don't speak English. They've been friendly enough. I'm not sure how many kids they have exactly, but they've named all their girls really American-ish names, but their sole son is Manuel.

Across the street from the Mexicans is Larry. He is a disgruntled OLD man, whose pissed his Czeck neighborhood has an increasingly number of wetbacks, as I've heard him call them, moving in. Larry loves to lay out a loaf of bread on the public sidewalk for birds and others pests. I have yet to see that particular sidewalk without bread on it.

Across from Bill and Judy are two old lesbians. They're real butch. They also have a wood burning fireplace that they heat their house with. I know this because they're always out chainsawing wood, and ironically enough they have a sign in their yard that says Wood Wanted.

Randy informed my husband of the lesbians. He's the middle aged bachelor who probably has not seen a woman in his home in many years. He's obsessed with his huge ass dog.

Now, tell me about your neighbors, if you know anything about them.

 

Being anti-social means I do not care to know squat about my neighbors.

 

most are renters who dont cut their grass or sweep their driveways...this neighbourhood has really gone to shit


the old good people died off and one by one the houses were sold off to people wanting to make a buck from rent...i wish i could afford to buy everything and burn it all down

one house in particular is full of natives who like to get drunk and stab each other

another house has teen kids and a mother ...those ones like to scream at each other until 4am

another house has a goth looking fucktarded guy who wears trenchcoats in the summer and makes his wife cut the lawn.....they have a nice looking young guy maybe 2 years old who waves at me through the picture window....the fucktard has a drumset too and thinks hes lars but he fucking sucks



in the last few weeks theres been police cars at two of those houses

 

lol @ Wood Wanted.

I live in a small apartment building and don't really know anyone very well. I say hi to all my neighbours when I pass them in the hall, but I don't really talk to them. The only one I really know by name is the lady across the hall, and she is pretty nutty.

 

i forgot to mention dogs


within 300 feet radius there is 6 dogs...plus 2 that often visit the native house


sometimes i pick up the dog shit in my yard and place it on the sidewalk for the dogwalkers to enjoy

i dont own a dog

 

Hello,

well, I don't know. Wouldn't it be more clever to burn them all down without buying them prior?

Regards
Gyro

 

lol the people accross the street have a dog named either greg or craig and the lady walks him about 6-8 times a day. I guess they love exercise. To the right of me is a korean woman and a white guy with a hot mixed daughter.

to the left is a weird couple who i dont really talk too. theres more across the street but i dunno bout em

 

There are a total of 4 apartments where we live. Right next to us there’s a Hispanic guy named Tom. I think he might be Dominican; he was very nice when he was moving in, introduced himself and made some friendly conversation. His girlfriend just walked on by and has probably never greeted me or said anything to me. They have a daughter she must be around 12 and an annoying Chihuahua. They play loud Spanish ballads, salsa or things like Destiny’s Childs. One day Sophia was coloring with this other little girl who lives in one of the other apartments outside our door with some sidewalk chalk and the guy freaked out because Joy colored on the step outside his door, with sidewalk chalk. He’s also always complaining about non-existent cigarette butts and ash. We don’t leave cigarette butts outside and throw them away after every cigarette and the front steps get swept a couple times a day. We don’t really talk to them anymore, but I still say hello. I don’t know the girlfriend’s name or their kid’s name. She had some surgery recently and John offered to keep the music down and to let us know if they needed anything.

In one of the other apartments there are two Hispanic guys; they’re probably the best neighbors. You could barely notice they’re there, except on the rare occasions they have people over. I think the name of one of them is Jose and he’s from Puerto Rico. The other guy I guess is from Ecuador or Honduras. I can’t remember his name either. He’s really nice and I often see him in the laundry room. He doesn’t like that Sophia doesn’t really know Spanish, except from a few words. I don’t like it either. He’s super neat.

Our newest neighbors are a couple. Mike and I forget what his fiancé name is. Mike has 4 kids, Faith, Hope, Joy and Mikey. Faith doesn’t live there, she lives with her grandparents. The fiancé has one kid, Jayden. I have no idea how they all live in a tiny 2 bedroom apartment. The place can feel too small for us and there’s not so many of us. I met Mike after his kid Joy, who’s 6 kept wondering into my apartment and other people’s apartments without kids. I got concerned that a person I’ve never met was letting their kid hang out for extended periods of time in someone’s house and I wasn’t even sure they knew where she was. I went and knocked on the door with Sophia and introduced myself. I’m pretty sure he was fucked up on something because within 5 minutes I knew his life story about how the mom left him when the youngest, Mike was two weeks old and that his daughter Faith has problems and that Joy is mildly autistic. I could write an essay on his family history. I don’t really like the adults, but the kid Joy is sweet. Hope is also very nice, I think she’s 10. Mikey is too crazy and rough. Jayden is nice and kinda shy. Sophia always wants to be playing with them and I feel bad because I don’t want her to think is ok to go into their house and since the kids go in and out, she thinks it’s ok to follow and also because I’m usually left supervising the kids or even worse having to socialize with the parents. They used to come knocking on our door since we got home from work or before we woke up. I know the dad Mike doesn’t work, but his fiancé does and I’m not sure what goes on with the kids and if they were ever going to school since they moved after the semester had started and he once said they weren’t going because the bus needed to be re-routed or something like that. They had an altercation with the girlfriend of my direct neighbor over a washing machine lol. There’s always a bunch of other neighborhood kids at their house and sleeping over, maybe I’m paranoid, but I wouldn’t trust them with my kids. There’s just something that’s not right about them.

 

We live in the last house on our block and then there's not another house for about 3 blocks. That house belongs to this lady named Jaimi who works at Dairy Queen and has a wicked awesome sense of humor. Her sons are douchebag punks who drive jacked up trucks, but they all moved out recently. Her husband drives a semi.

Behind us is Dean and Rhonda. They're the assholes who thought it was cute to tell the cops we were drug dealers. We're not on good terms with them. They own the empty lot next door.

On the other side of us is a kid named Bud. He's my brother's age. He keeps to himself and rarely has much company, but his dogs are pains in the ass and have drug all their trash over to the part of our yard that's not fenced in. And the boy dog sometimes jumps our fence and hangs out with my dog, which is alright except when my dog is having dinner.

Across the street from him is this lady and her son who is deaf. Her daughter used to live there with her two kids, but got in trouble for meth or something. Haven't seen her in a couple of years, but hear she's doing alright. The son is as big of a douche as a deaf kid can be. He used to come into Dairy Queen and we'd communicate with lip reading and notepads but he always made his orders ridiculously difficult and he'd get frustrated with me super easy.

I don't really know much about anyone else on our street, except the lady and the guy at the end of the block who've had my husband work on their computers. They have a crapload of chihuahuas and my dog always really wants to go play when we go on walks.

 

The chap above me likes to put up shelving quite often.
Either side of me - not idea who they are, and don't care to.

 

wood wanted sign on the lesbians lawn is hilarious...i wonder if they see the irony

my section of road has 5 houses in a 2 mile stretch...i cant see my neighbors but ive met al but the family in one of the houses

the only one i am friends with is john..

he weighs about 300 and has no lower legs....

he lookslike he hasnt left his van in years...its a pigsty but i recently found out he is very wealthy and owns a mansion in town that he rents to grad students...

he grows 'hossa's'....some shade plant popular to landscapers

my other neighbor runs a skeet shooting range on his property...also paid hunting access

i can hear shot-gun shots almost every day

next dude is one of those people with an incredible amount of old crap lying around on his property...i think he's a scrap metal guy cause he asked for my old stove in my yard


way way up the road is linda and james...they are the coolest people i have met on the island yet...they own the pizza/pub intown...she is also a pro roller derby girl and her husband is a imitator/performer..he does elvis in his act


i have 100 acre farm fields on all 4 sides of me as my home is the original homestead for this area ...i just today was given permission to ride my atv around the outsides of the fields on condition i dont wreck any crops

i love living here ...best home ive ever had

 

no

if i own them i get charged with burning bylaw infractions

if i dont own them i get sued for damages plus arson charges

 

and possibly murder

 

Hello,

damn laws .

Well, I think the best neighbours are the non-existent neighbours. The neighbour next to me is a teacher and I hate him. I hate his fscking TV and I hate how he's yelling into the phone every fscking evening.

Regards
Gyro

 

My oldest friend lives on one side of me - we have the same landlord, she is the one who recommended that I rent the house. She's a hermit so we see each other surprisingly little for two best friends that live next door to each other.

On my other side, there is some odd commune going on.....there is a house and then the owner of the house has added two small trailers in the backyard and rented them out. I've only met the owner of the trailer closest to my yard. He is what I would describe as a yankee redneck...he sounds like he's from Michigan but I'm not sure. He's always outside shooting guns or getting drunk, blaring southern rock, and yelling about something. He's really annoying but luckily we have a big yard and there is a thick line of trees that separates the yards so we just have to hear his general rowdiness from a distance.

The people that own the house are old and their son lives with them. I've also recently found out that their son is the deadbeat dad of one of my friend's sons. I don't know who lives in the other trailer.

 

i actually live in a tent in the woods (yep that kinda hippie dude)

got 2 ppl near me that are my friends, but are FUCKING MOOCHES, cant do anything but bum of other homeless ppl, and sell their food stamps

other dude near me is handicapped and looks like he has no neck

then way over is a dude that works day labor all the time lives in his tent says fuck it. near him is an old nerdy guy. they are best friends

across the road are tons of ppl living on the river.

the gas station near me lets all of us, if we want, we can drink beer all day long in their parking lot even panhandle (i dont panhandle) cuz they know we are gonna buy that beer in that store.

and on the other side of me is an ex-marine that is nerdy as all hell, soft spoken n all (sometimes i wonder if he really is an ex marine). but knows the woods well. he never leaves them.

then there's me: selling my jewelry bar to bar downtown, making shit all the time, talking to hot chicks every day. yep

 

Do get caught and don't admit to it.

 

They don't call this place Springtucky for nothing. Just lots of white people doing white people stuff. I keep to myself and expect my neighbors to do the same. You could say it's a laugh a minute. You'd be wrong.

 

i just had to endure 20 minutes of some native bitch screaming at her boyfriend 2 doors down

he just kept on doing whatever he was doing and not saying a word while she screamed and swore at him continuously...



she sounds drunk...which is weird because most bums already wasted their welfare check by the second week

 

I have only really met the two neighbors on either side of me.

One is recently separated with two girls who are 9 and 12. Nice kids and she seems to be very nice as well. I think he took the lawn mower when he moved so we have been doing her grass when we do ours. They have a cat who likes to sit on my front steps. Nice little thing but it is shy.

One the other side it is a couple who are around my age. They have two sons in University who do not live at home. They have two dogs who are rescue dogs and really lovely. We share a driveway and it has been great so far.

Other than that I smile and say hello to others who are around.