I’m home from work today because I have been feeling sickly. It’s a nice day…except for the asshats. Right now, they’re outside talking, sometimes driving away in a car, coming back to the manor in a car, hollering, smoking, and – the most distressing bit – listening to the rap music they have blaring from indoors. One of them keeps leaving in his enormous vehicle blaring thug-thumping music while he screeches in. This doesn’t just happen sometimes. This happens ALL THE TIME.
Because I’ve turned into THAT sort of neighbor I’ve resorted to snapping pix through my window because it makes me feel better about having such shit neighbors.
This Thuggalo is the one on home incarceration. He’s sitting on a cement block, smoking. That’s klassy! Notice the front door is “open” so he can hear the tunes. Also the fan propped in the window because they apparently don’t have air conditioning…ALL the windows feature such a fan.
Here you can see one of the Thuggalettes who has just stepped THROUGH the storm door…because there’s no glass or screen… and she’s stubbing out a cigarette despite the presence of a sand bucket (see blue bucket, above). My question here is…have you no job? No school? Nothing but standing around in a parking lot in front of some dude’s craphole of a condo listening to crap music ALL AFTERNOON? Really? Also, the dog seems nice but whenever she’s outside EVERY other dog in the neighborhood barks. Constantly.