1st November 2021
Hay Folks,
So you want a
story about neighbors? Well, I got one for you. I was ten, my parents where
divorced, my mother had just died. I was living in my mother’s house with my
two older siblings. My sister was twelve, and my mentally ill brother was
fourteen. From Friday night to Monday morning I had a parent, but on Monday my
father would leave for work and spend the week with his wife.
With the head
of the neighborhood watch living across the street no one called the police.
This went on until I grew out of it. I’m forty one now and still live in the
same house.
Now, the folks
next door gave a lot of trouble to my mentally ill brother. He is very
susceptible to sound, and they would thump their music all the time and have
these late night parties with kids drinking. They would leave beer bottles all
over my lawn. One time, around one thirty in the morning, my brother lost it
and ran into their house and smashed their record player.
In a form of
retaliation they shot one of my cats in the eye with a pellet gun. Then I had
my other neighbor across the street who very likely killed at least four of my
cats and my two dogs. He was connected with law enforcement so he got off with
it, but you would think he, having ignored the child abuse I suffered, would
have been falling all over himself to make it up to me.
Yeah, I got the
neighbors from hell. There are days even I have trouble believing what kind of
people they are. Then again, I’m an educated man. If you know much about
history you would know that people can be evil, so why should the folks on my
street be any different?
Best,
Richard Leland
Neal