My windows also have to be shut all day because the hillbillies burn their trash in a barrel beside my fence. They smell is putrid and the smoke settles around my house like white on rice. it seeps into the house under the doors and stinks up my house.
And the dogs, my god the dogs. No fence, lotsa dogs. Who needs a fence when the dogs should be able roam free and chase any poor neighbor who happens to want to go for a walk.
These damn hillbillies have been living next door to me for 7 years and told me the day they moved in that we wouldn't like them. boy were they right.
And fireworks, oh boy, fireworks in my dry grass, on my roof, in my yard, boom boom look Pa, fire in sky, look Ma, boom boom boom.
Oh, and beer bottles tossed over the fence. nice


