I HATE my neighbors. They rent. Thye're too poor to own. The husband is a total greaseball. Balck hair slicked back with oiil. He talks loud, all the time. He stands outside of our windoe, we have driveways close, and talks in his booming voice on his cell phone. He also puffs away on his cigs. I hope the owners have a house full of stink from him. He followed me in the morning once. He has a big ugly gray truck with a cab on the back. He tailgated me until we got on the onramp. Then he took of like he was Mario Andretti, woo hoo.

What a LOSER.