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Good neighbors

The reason why I am so completely astonished and appalled at the below-age-level prank from the young hooligan next door is because the household, as a whole, maintains cordial, if distant, relations with the neighbors. The lady upstairs exchanges greetings with us, and we may chat about the weather. The old lady who I share my bedroom wall with and I exchange nods when passing. While the yelly lady does, on occasion disturb the household by ranting and raving to person or persons invisible, she's got psychiatric cause to do that, and this is undertood. While we don't interact much with the apartment complex, it's understood that we are the local witches, and nobody messes with us.

There were two and a half incidents in all of the three years we've lived here. There was the time we got too close to Wol the former porn star, a locus of psychodrama if ever I saw one. (This guy puts anyone on LJ seriously to shame. Modt high-drama LJ people have high-intensity happy to balance out the AIUGH!! This guy is all-disaster all the time.) This caused some issues.

Then there was that one very loud drunken party that I wound up calling the cops on. I had been planning to stand on the patio in a menacing fashion and advise them to shut it up in my best teacher-fashion. However, when I was handed a straight line like "I told you, be quiet, that lady's calling the cops!" how could I resist? This was the "half", as it wasn't a party thrown for the sole purpose of pissing off the neighborhood, it just had that side effect.

The other incident happened a while ago. I was bringing a load of laundry back from the dryers when someone made a loud, rude comment. Twice. After dropping the laundry off at the apartment, I marched back there and the erring teenage little bitch was given what-for by her father, and the incident was politely dismissed as a case of mistaken identity. Evidently I come off as scary and possibly potentially violent when that angry.

We've been here over three years, which is a long time in apartments in fly-by-night Phoenix. Never had trouble. So what's this foolish nonsense?

I wondered on paper this morning: Was he just drunk, or is he really that stupid?
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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