July 16th, 2008



I’m LIVID! Absolutely livid with a next door neighbor and I HAVE to write about it to get it out of my system before it REALLY boils over. This is the GD neighbor who, on at least two separate occasions sprayed some type of weed killing poison on “his” side of a fence between his garage and our property line--an area maybe 2 to 3 feet wide. He sprayed even though I had veggies (tomatoes, peppers, cukes and squash growing on our side of the “lovely” chain link fence. He did this, apparently because he was too damn lazy to run through with a weed whacker or some similar device, every once in a while. I asked politely that he ‘please’ not use the poison right next to food we’d hoped to eat. He promised not to do it again and yet, maybe 2 months later (quite early . . .maybe 6:30 in the morning, he was spraying the shit again. I didn’t say anything at that time, just decided that in future years, I’d just move the veggies, which I’ve done, but there are still lovely (to me) flowers growing next to our side of the fence. Now, I’m not an ‘anti-chemical’ nut, but he has a weed whacker which he uses in other areas of his yard (along with a fuckin’ leaf blower and probably every other imaginable noise making tool on the market -- and ’of course’ uses them at as early as 7:00 in the morning. . . Right next to our bed room window! Well, the MAIN point of this rambling discourse is, this fucker (who, by the way, as some of you may recall, used some wild-assed weed killer on his front lawn--on 2 different years, killing all Gowrie things (grass included) so he had a “completely” brown mud yard for at least 2 different years, had the fucking brass balls to come knocking on our door at about 10:00 this morning, bitching and moaning that because I’d cut our grass this morning, I’d left ‘clippings’ “defiling his driveway and he was getting “tired” of my disregard of his drive and would I clean them? Now, get this, it’s hot and breezy here in the “Deetroit” suburbs today so, by the time he’d gotten home, all the clippings would have dried and blown away! AND, when I went to sweep and even use the hose to wash away all this debris, this fucker (who was right there . . . Supervising, I guess . . . Didn’t, not only say “thanks, I really appreciate your effort, didn’t even say “good morning or thanks or FUCKIN’ ANYTHING” -- just got in his damn car and drove away. Need I say that my mind is working on some vengeful plan? What the hell would you do? -- There, I feel much better and calmer already. Isn’t putting things down on paper (or 1s and 0s, as the case may be) just so relieving? Sweet Baby Jesus, Of course it is!!