The idiot thugs from down the street decided it would be fun to come up to our end of the street and have a huge yelling, screaming, phone cameras rolling fight. At 2:30 a.m. Yes, I said TWO THIRTY in the MORNING.

I so did not wish to have a need to call the police, I so did not wish to watch The Curmudgeon come stumbling downstairs because of the commotion, and I so did not wish to get my adrenaline pumping.

Seems I am the only one around here with the guts to phone the police, the idiot thugs and the asshole younger shits have intimidated most. Not me.

As I told the Curmudgeon, “I already died once. They don’t scare me.”

I need that lottery win because they truly don’t scare me but they probably will be the death of me with the stress they cause around here.

I so need to get out of here and go live on a nice quiet beach.