Won't You Be My Neighbor?

I was reminded of my weird neighbor that used to leave across the street this afternoon when I saw the FOR RENT sign in the yard. I chuckled and sadly all I could think was, "Thank God he's gone." This man was just out there and just creepy at times. The way our houses sit, our front door is facing the side of their house and their backyard. And we are in full views of one another.

Anyway, I would be sitting on my couch with the blinds open, watching Days of our Lives, and I'd spot him. I'd start to cringe and try to ignore him, but it was almost impossible. He was almost always doing something stupid, like putting a plastic lawn chair in the center of the backyard, drinking a cold beer, while sitting there in all his glory. I was lucky he wore his underwear most of the time. It's his yard, he can do whatever. But must he sit and stare a hole into me? Am I that interesting. Most likely I'm still in my PJ's and I will admit...I look like shit and I'm not in the greatest of moods. Quit staring! What makes matters worse, is he could do this for hours. There has to be something for him to do? How about committing himself into a mental institution for starters. But no, he just had to make me get off my lazy ass and close the blinds. Shivers...Things to be thankful for this year.

Well atleast this guy didn't wake you up at all hours of the night. Try living next to a Mexican family of say 12. I'm not racist but latinos have a reputation of being quite loud. Let's just say I don't miss the honking of car horns at the ass crack of dawn and cookouts at all hours of night, because both of these involve that loud obnoxious music they listen too. So if I had to choose, I guess I'll take staring over the Mexicans. Even though there should be an other box. Atleast when I shut the blinds I don't see "the weird one" anymore. And he moved so at the moment things couldn't be better. I wonder what bozo is going to move in next? Is it too much to ask for a normal neighbor this Christmas? Why can't a couple like Fred and Ethel Mertz live across the street? Because the Mertzes' rock. Who doesn't love them?