Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Prologue: You Can Choose Your House, But You Can't Choose Your Neighbors

PROLOGUE

As Dazee drove into her driveway after a long day at work, she noticed a man at the front door of her house, talking with Mr. Dazee.

After he finished his conversation, she was anxious, as any Mrs. Kravitz would be,  to find out who it was and what was going on.

He told her it was best that she sit down for the story.

While he was working in the backyard, ever so diligently, he noticed one of the cities finest, come out onto the deck of the neighbor house directly behind them.  (hereinafter to be known as "the perp")
The popo asked Mr. Dazee if he had seen any suspicious activity going on between the Perp's house and their next door neighbor, hereinafter know as "the victim".   He said he hadn't seen or heard anything, and then Mr. Popo asked if he could come talk to him if he needed to.

He continued working but soon needed to go in and refresh his drink.  Upon entering the house, the doorbell rang.  Expecting to see a man in uniform, he was surprised to just see a normal man standing at his door.

The man identified himself as the son-in-law of the victim.  He said that they had come home to find the perp, stealing food items from their house, as in caught her with the goods,  red handed.  Again Mr. Dazee was asked if he had seen or heard anything, especially if said perp had discarded anything into the scrub oak at the corner of their house.  "No", Mr. Dazee said, but assured him that if he found anything he would let them know.

Later that night, much yelling and screaming was heard from the perps house, with the police and paramedics being called.

11 comments:

  1. Hahahaha! Gotta love the neighbors....especially the ones that play strip poker without closing the curtains. It's like a free playboy channel.

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  2. And that is why I'm thankful that my only neighbor I have to contend with is my nosey neighbor across the street. We really like fucking with her by flashing her our ass cheeks every once in a while...wait maybe we are the weird neighbors!

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  3. sounds like a normal night at work for me!

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  4. What the crap??Who goes in and steals food?? and why? Oh see I would be glued to my windows lol..

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  5. That's why we moved to the country! No neighbors and big fields!

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  6. Oh my goodness... did you find out anything else??

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  7. Well at least someone has something exciting going on. I'll just get mine through you for a bit.

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  8. [sarcasm]Fun fun.[/sarcasm] At least the Policeman wasn't at your door because the neighbors called them on you for some weird home owners society infraction.

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  9. I love neighbor drama. I used to live across the street from crackheads. They OD'd at least three times a week. I was friendly with the EMS crew. :)

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  10. I think your neighborhood is much more exciting than mine.

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