Saturday, April 25, 2009
Love thy neighbor..
How can I love my neighbors, when they're all a bunch of weirdos?
There is an ex-con living on one side of us that truly despises us because we wouldnt let him put up his fence on our property.
And then there's a Mexican family, that has fiestas every single day with live Mariachi bands that carry on until the wee hours of the morning, on the other side.
And at the present moment, as I sit here and type this, I look out the window to see the neighbors across the street--who claim to be "brothers"--trying to kill each other.
One is saying to the other something about "saving" him. And then he goes on and kicks him in the stomach.
I'm sure they are just messing around. But I'm starting to think that they really aren't "brothers" and more like "brothas". Whatever that means.
Maybe I should call the police.