Have I ever told you about my redneck neighbors? I know more about them than I should, because the man who built the house they live in (next door to mine) is now a friend of the family due to his daughter being in class with one of mine.
Apparently, some eight or nine years ago, my friend moved out of the house he built next door to here (several years prior to our house being built) and moved farther out into the woods. The family he sold the house to was moving out of the trailer park, into their first purchased home, due to a settlement.
Apparently nobody told them what happens when you buy a house (you’re on your own), and for a couple of years afterwards, they were calling my friend and informing him of things that didn’t work. Of course, my friend politely informed them that it’s their problem now, they are homeowners.
The man of the house worked for the park service, and apparently somehow appropriated one of those charcoal grills that’s usually planted in public parks, and planted it in his back yard. It’s still there. They used it just yesterday.
Sometimes they have little get-togethers, and bring a recliner out into the front yard to hang out. I guess they’re too tired or fucked up to deal with it at the end of the night, because we wake up in the morning and it’s still out there, surrounded by empty beer bottles.
They have a pool, but it’s on its second year of being filled with green water. I might have to call the health department, it’s a mosquito breeding ground.
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