So I've been making jokes lately about what yuppie-land we live in here in the green northern canyons of San Diego, where a nice cool breeze ruffles our rose bushes. And then, much to my heart's content, I am typing here at my laptop and I hear an irate neighbor's voice rise through his patio door, "F**k you, f**k you, and f**k YOU." And so on and so forth, voice in a crescendo. His inflections directed with absolute rage at whosoever his targets are. A screen door slams.
And so. Naturally. My two well-groomed cats and I gather at the window peering through the trees, trying to see beyond the clean rattan patio furniture of our neighbor's yard. Shadows skirt the concrete and we hear a woman's voice coaxing her irate male somebody... "Corey...Corey...come in here." She is taming her shaky voice, and my cat lovingly rubs his head under my chin.
4 comments:
Ugh, neighbors. I feel ya on this.
Ah, there is no good nor bad neighborhoods, but neighbors make it so. They can take the cutest places and make them feel cheap, dirty, and hellish; or they can take the creepiest barrios in downtown LA and help turn them into a community.
Do you people have a facebook fan page? I looked for one on twitter but could not discover one, I would really like to become a fan!
Man, really want to know how can you be that smart, lol...great read, thanks.
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