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My girlfriend and I live out in the country in a house that used to belong to my grandparents. It is a beautiful place that I spent alot of time at as a kid. Waterfall in the back yard (no kidding) 1,000s of acres of forever wild nature conservancy land behind that. The downside is that the front yard is only about 15 feet to the road which is a main drag country highway sort of deal. There are no close neighbors except for one house directly across the street. This place was owned by a drunken fat ass slacker farmer type who was given it by his brother, who was a drunken fat ass who at least kept the place up. My grandfather hated them both as they used to scream and yell drunken obscenities at their loud animals all the time and walk around in their underwear with all their disgusting shit hanging out in front of his wife and kids. When the second fatass got old, he didn't leave the house much, only to throw catfood out (still in the can never to be picked up)to the 12 ferrel cats he had coming around. Them was the good ol days when I moved in about 4yrs ago.
His wife died and then he died. He had no one visiting him and I felt bad for him. He was a mean ass son of a bitch tho, and would rather spit in your face than reply to any kind word you might have to offer. (Lots of people tried to be nice to him including a guy that looked after him and his affairs all the late part of his life, and my dad who used to mow his lawn and plow his driveway for him and never asked a thing of him. He only had the joy of running over hundreds of catfood cans, sending them flying like twisted white trash frisbees.)
After he died, he wasn't even found for a week, dead and stinking. The police questioned me about the last time I had seen him. We were in the middle of painting the outside of the house when it happened one summer day. I saw this fat ass white chick in her mid 30's snooping around over there. I vaguely remembered her somehow. She was the previous owner's niece, who lived about 10 miles away and never visited him. He left no will and so the property was left to her. She moved in over the next few weeks with her husband, five boys between the ages of 8 and 15 and 4 full grown rottweilers and one ugly ass unidentifiable dog and a few cats. This house is a one story ranch with maybe two bedrooms in it. I shit you not.
They have no jobs. The husband is on disability and is drunk by 11am, screaming and beligerent until 1 am or so. The husband and wife have the loudest foulest mouths you can imagine and are totally hostile to each other and their animals and kids. The kids are their offspring and subject to their abuse and environment so you can imagine. They refused to tie up their dogs which would come over into our yard and shit all over and bark at us menacingly on our own property. Two of the dogs were killed on the aforementioned highway, but fear not, one of the rottwielers had five pups to make up for it. Despite the husband's supposed diability, he finds the strength to somehow mow the lawn in the summer daily (every day) with the ride mower or weed wacker.
They have their friends over every single night and day without fail, during the nice weather from March until October, all day starting in the morning and ending around 1am or so. They get drunk and yell all day and listen to music which is never loud enough to drown out their stupid endless fighting and belittling of each other. I have been over to their house many times to talk to them about their constant barking dogs and the shit in my yard. The fat assed wife yeses me to death and the drunk assd husband goes inside (in fear of me or just not wanting to deal I don't know which) nothing changed.
Once I came home to find 2 of their rottweilers in my driveway barking at me- not the first time. I snapped. I started yelling at the dogs and chased them into their own yard. They were circling me and I didn't care. I grabbed one of the kids' baseball bats kept them back. I banged on their door and had it out with that bitch once more and told her that I was calling the dog warden. That I was not trying to sneak around and to expect them and that it was me behind it. No change. I called the warden repeatedly. Nothing. He started to just not return my calls. I called his boss, the town supervisor, and that eventually got three of their dogs taken away. You are only allowed 2 dogs without a kennel license in our area (they had five because some had run off and some others had been given away or died as pups.)
Now they all hate us and talk loudly (so that we can hear them) about what assholes we are, from their drunken front yard. We were nice to their kids and gave them a bunch of toys when they moved in as we were having a garage sale and trying to clean out a lot of stuff. We told them to take anything they wanted.
Our property has access to the waterfall and so I told them they could cut through if they wanted to get to the beautiful swimming hole that is below. My dad was building a structure and I helped him pour a foundation this past summer on the hottest day of the year. One of their kids and a few of their friends went down after an threw rocks into the freshly poured foundation and scratched their initials into it. Like we wouldn't figure the initials thing out, you know?. I told them they weren't welcome to use our property anymore. That didn't stop them anyway.
They refused to admit what they had done, and now I can hear them yelling all the time purposefully loud so we can hear about how we think we "own the mountain" and who the fuck do we think we are etc. Last summer if it wasn't enough to have all that going on, they took in a big black dude to live with them (in his 40's or so) who would just weed wack and stare at us and just basically get into their whole drinking screaming and lawnmowing lifestyle.
I heard one of their dogs screaming and howling one day. The dude had broken it's leg for fun wrestling it. The thing weighs 80 pounds if it is a feather. The kids started screaming "why do we have to have this fucking nigger here?" Yes it is true. And more.
I fear for my girlfriend when I am not at home. Sometimes if she goes to get the mail or tries to work in her flower garden she can hear nice quips like- "lookin' good down there" in a surly drunken voice coming from any one of their like minded friends.
I don't know where they come from. I don't know who these people are. None of them work. What the fuck? As I am typing this I can hear their miserable dogs barking and crying because they are left out in the cold in 3 feet of snow. I can hear through the snow and both of our shut doors and windows with my t.v. on the sounds of them screaming in their house which is across the road and up on a hill maybe 60 yards away.
This is the best it gets, because when the nice weather hits we are screwed. Especially when school is over. Their oldest son who does not live with them (another neighbor who is disgusted has told me) is in jail. The oldest that does live with them was caught a few months back breaking into his own neighbors cars (not ours thanks for once). In the fucking stix mind you.
What is next. They fucking paintballed our house on Halloween. From their house you could obviously trace. If I try to work things out with them they just yes me and bust my balls when I leave. If I was to shoot their dog for being constantly in my yard and too big and powerful for anyones good I would go to jail and pay a fine. Where are my rights? The dogs and the kids are mistreated and headed down a path of shit. The only reason we hang in there is that otherwise this place is a paradise and I grew up here and have a garden where I used to garden with my grandfather as a little kid. What can you do about a thing like this? It feels good to let it out at least. Any advice is welcome. I know some of you are living in little apartments and thinking that I am some kind of whiner and at least I have a house to live in and so forth , but believe me I have been there to, but that is another story.
Hang in there people and try to keep your humanity somehow.
My girlfriend and I live out in the country in a house that used to belong to my grandparents. It is a beautiful place that I spent alot of time at as a kid. Waterfall in the back yard (no kidding) 1,000s of acres of forever wild nature conservancy land behind that. The downside is that the front yard is only about 15 feet to the road which is a main drag country highway sort of deal. There are no close neighbors except for one house directly across the street. This place was owned by a drunken fat ass slacker farmer type who was given it by his brother, who was a drunken fat ass who at least kept the place up. My grandfather hated them both as they used to scream and yell drunken obscenities at their loud animals all the time and walk around in their underwear with all their disgusting shit hanging out in front of his wife and kids. When the second fatass got old, he didn't leave the house much, only to throw catfood out (still in the can never to be picked up)to the 12 ferrel cats he had coming around. Them was the good ol days when I moved in about 4yrs ago.
His wife died and then he died. He had no one visiting him and I felt bad for him. He was a mean ass son of a bitch tho, and would rather spit in your face than reply to any kind word you might have to offer. (Lots of people tried to be nice to him including a guy that looked after him and his affairs all the late part of his life, and my dad who used to mow his lawn and plow his driveway for him and never asked a thing of him. He only had the joy of running over hundreds of catfood cans, sending them flying like twisted white trash frisbees.)
After he died, he wasn't even found for a week, dead and stinking. The police questioned me about the last time I had seen him. We were in the middle of painting the outside of the house when it happened one summer day. I saw this fat ass white chick in her mid 30's snooping around over there. I vaguely remembered her somehow. She was the previous owner's niece, who lived about 10 miles away and never visited him. He left no will and so the property was left to her. She moved in over the next few weeks with her husband, five boys between the ages of 8 and 15 and 4 full grown rottweilers and one ugly ass unidentifiable dog and a few cats. This house is a one story ranch with maybe two bedrooms in it. I shit you not.
They have no jobs. The husband is on disability and is drunk by 11am, screaming and beligerent until 1 am or so. The husband and wife have the loudest foulest mouths you can imagine and are totally hostile to each other and their animals and kids. The kids are their offspring and subject to their abuse and environment so you can imagine. They refused to tie up their dogs which would come over into our yard and shit all over and bark at us menacingly on our own property. Two of the dogs were killed on the aforementioned highway, but fear not, one of the rottwielers had five pups to make up for it. Despite the husband's supposed diability, he finds the strength to somehow mow the lawn in the summer daily (every day) with the ride mower or weed wacker.
They have their friends over every single night and day without fail, during the nice weather from March until October, all day starting in the morning and ending around 1am or so. They get drunk and yell all day and listen to music which is never loud enough to drown out their stupid endless fighting and belittling of each other. I have been over to their house many times to talk to them about their constant barking dogs and the shit in my yard. The fat assed wife yeses me to death and the drunk assd husband goes inside (in fear of me or just not wanting to deal I don't know which) nothing changed.
Once I came home to find 2 of their rottweilers in my driveway barking at me- not the first time. I snapped. I started yelling at the dogs and chased them into their own yard. They were circling me and I didn't care. I grabbed one of the kids' baseball bats kept them back. I banged on their door and had it out with that bitch once more and told her that I was calling the dog warden. That I was not trying to sneak around and to expect them and that it was me behind it. No change. I called the warden repeatedly. Nothing. He started to just not return my calls. I called his boss, the town supervisor, and that eventually got three of their dogs taken away. You are only allowed 2 dogs without a kennel license in our area (they had five because some had run off and some others had been given away or died as pups.)
Now they all hate us and talk loudly (so that we can hear them) about what assholes we are, from their drunken front yard. We were nice to their kids and gave them a bunch of toys when they moved in as we were having a garage sale and trying to clean out a lot of stuff. We told them to take anything they wanted.
Our property has access to the waterfall and so I told them they could cut through if they wanted to get to the beautiful swimming hole that is below. My dad was building a structure and I helped him pour a foundation this past summer on the hottest day of the year. One of their kids and a few of their friends went down after an threw rocks into the freshly poured foundation and scratched their initials into it. Like we wouldn't figure the initials thing out, you know?. I told them they weren't welcome to use our property anymore. That didn't stop them anyway.
They refused to admit what they had done, and now I can hear them yelling all the time purposefully loud so we can hear about how we think we "own the mountain" and who the fuck do we think we are etc. Last summer if it wasn't enough to have all that going on, they took in a big black dude to live with them (in his 40's or so) who would just weed wack and stare at us and just basically get into their whole drinking screaming and lawnmowing lifestyle.
I heard one of their dogs screaming and howling one day. The dude had broken it's leg for fun wrestling it. The thing weighs 80 pounds if it is a feather. The kids started screaming "why do we have to have this fucking nigger here?" Yes it is true. And more.
I fear for my girlfriend when I am not at home. Sometimes if she goes to get the mail or tries to work in her flower garden she can hear nice quips like- "lookin' good down there" in a surly drunken voice coming from any one of their like minded friends.
I don't know where they come from. I don't know who these people are. None of them work. What the fuck? As I am typing this I can hear their miserable dogs barking and crying because they are left out in the cold in 3 feet of snow. I can hear through the snow and both of our shut doors and windows with my t.v. on the sounds of them screaming in their house which is across the road and up on a hill maybe 60 yards away.
This is the best it gets, because when the nice weather hits we are screwed. Especially when school is over. Their oldest son who does not live with them (another neighbor who is disgusted has told me) is in jail. The oldest that does live with them was caught a few months back breaking into his own neighbors cars (not ours thanks for once). In the fucking stix mind you.
What is next. They fucking paintballed our house on Halloween. From their house you could obviously trace. If I try to work things out with them they just yes me and bust my balls when I leave. If I was to shoot their dog for being constantly in my yard and too big and powerful for anyones good I would go to jail and pay a fine. Where are my rights? The dogs and the kids are mistreated and headed down a path of shit. The only reason we hang in there is that otherwise this place is a paradise and I grew up here and have a garden where I used to garden with my grandfather as a little kid. What can you do about a thing like this? It feels good to let it out at least. Any advice is welcome. I know some of you are living in little apartments and thinking that I am some kind of whiner and at least I have a house to live in and so forth , but believe me I have been there to, but that is another story.
Hang in there people and try to keep your humanity somehow.
