At least they all had their shirts on...
Last night I step onto my front porch for a smoke. Good timing, as it seems some drama is unfolding in the neighborhood.
It's generally quiet where I live. Not a lot of crime. The block is made up mostly of a few young couples with no kids, a few elderly, a row of houses that somehow have become all inhabited by older lesbian couples. Across the street is a preacher (who I refer to as "Flanders,") his wife and their toddlers. A couple of doors down from them is a college-age (or not much older) couple. The guy is Asian (I've never had a conversation with him and have never stood up close, so I've no clue as to his actual, specific heritage.) He lives with a petite, cute girl (she looks cute from across the street and three houses away, but I don't really know.)
When I stepped onto the porch last night, I could hear the guy, who was at the front door but still inside his house, talking to another guy who had the typical Memphis redneck accent, one that it always seems must be spoken very loudly. The redneck was standing on the front porch.
From what I could quickly piece together from their conversation, the young guy who lived there had gotten into an arguement with his girlfriend/wife/whatever. Somewhere along the way, he had hit/shoved her. The redneck at the door was the girls father. This is what I heard:
"You don't put your hands on my daughter! Open the damn door!"
"This is my house! I'm not letting you in, dude."
"My daughter calls me on the phone, she's hysterical, she's crying. You don't put your fucking hands on my daughter! You don't do that!"
"We'll fix things..."
"I don't care if you two get back together or not, you had better stay away from me from now on...open the door!"
"I'm not opening the door! I'm calling the cops!"
"Well, then you better call them fast! (the redneck pounds on the glass security door.) They better get here soon! (the redneck shatters the glass in the door, screams more, and then he and his daughter jump in his car and peel out, not waiting on the cops.)
The young guy screams out with a last, "Fuck you, you whore!"
There are reasons I don't know much about or talk to most of my neighbors. This is one of them.
Last night I step onto my front porch for a smoke. Good timing, as it seems some drama is unfolding in the neighborhood.
It's generally quiet where I live. Not a lot of crime. The block is made up mostly of a few young couples with no kids, a few elderly, a row of houses that somehow have become all inhabited by older lesbian couples. Across the street is a preacher (who I refer to as "Flanders,") his wife and their toddlers. A couple of doors down from them is a college-age (or not much older) couple. The guy is Asian (I've never had a conversation with him and have never stood up close, so I've no clue as to his actual, specific heritage.) He lives with a petite, cute girl (she looks cute from across the street and three houses away, but I don't really know.)
When I stepped onto the porch last night, I could hear the guy, who was at the front door but still inside his house, talking to another guy who had the typical Memphis redneck accent, one that it always seems must be spoken very loudly. The redneck was standing on the front porch.
From what I could quickly piece together from their conversation, the young guy who lived there had gotten into an arguement with his girlfriend/wife/whatever. Somewhere along the way, he had hit/shoved her. The redneck at the door was the girls father. This is what I heard:
"You don't put your hands on my daughter! Open the damn door!"
"This is my house! I'm not letting you in, dude."
"My daughter calls me on the phone, she's hysterical, she's crying. You don't put your fucking hands on my daughter! You don't do that!"
"We'll fix things..."
"I don't care if you two get back together or not, you had better stay away from me from now on...open the door!"
"I'm not opening the door! I'm calling the cops!"
"Well, then you better call them fast! (the redneck pounds on the glass security door.) They better get here soon! (the redneck shatters the glass in the door, screams more, and then he and his daughter jump in his car and peel out, not waiting on the cops.)
The young guy screams out with a last, "Fuck you, you whore!"
There are reasons I don't know much about or talk to most of my neighbors. This is one of them.
wow that is crazy
about ur neighbors