Monday, October 04, 2004
This morning at about 1 AM, I was rudely awakened by my neighbor behind me starting his truck, the one with no muffler. I grumbled and waited for him to leave, and leave is exactly what he did. Right through my yard! And, not just the corner of my yard, either. All the way from the back lot line to the street! I was pissed. I was wide awake at that point and fuming. I calmed down and figured I'd go talk to him today after work. Much to my dismay, he returned at 3 AM, and drove from the street, through my yard and into his back yard. I had just fallen back to sleep, and it was enough to wake me up. I couldn't sleep the rest of the night. I got up to see him and his buddy staggering toward his house. So, bright and early, about 7:15 this morning, I took a walk. First I banged on his back door, no answer. I walked around front. "BANG BANG BANG". His dog starts going ape shit, so I figure he's getting up now. He answers in his boxers and no shirt, smelling of cheap booze.
I say, "I'm Ryan Vermeys, I live in the white house behind you. I'm here to ask you to stop driving through my yard."
I get "OK" from his half awake ass.
I go on, asking, "Think you can you handle that?"
I get a slightly more alert "Yeah."
"OK, thanks." I say as I wheel around and walk down his steps.
I walked back home, muttering obscenities to myself. It serves him right to have his hungover ass forced out of bed like that in the morning. I've been in a funk all day wondering what he's doing to my yard right now. I only hope this episode puts an end to it. I don't want to have to put up a fence, or even worse (in my opinion) call the cops. Things always get messy when you get the authorities involved. Not necessarily how I wanted to meet my neighbors, but under the circumstances, it couldn't have happened any other way.
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I say, "I'm Ryan Vermeys, I live in the white house behind you. I'm here to ask you to stop driving through my yard."
I get "OK" from his half awake ass.
I go on, asking, "Think you can you handle that?"
I get a slightly more alert "Yeah."
"OK, thanks." I say as I wheel around and walk down his steps.
I walked back home, muttering obscenities to myself. It serves him right to have his hungover ass forced out of bed like that in the morning. I've been in a funk all day wondering what he's doing to my yard right now. I only hope this episode puts an end to it. I don't want to have to put up a fence, or even worse (in my opinion) call the cops. Things always get messy when you get the authorities involved. Not necessarily how I wanted to meet my neighbors, but under the circumstances, it couldn't have happened any other way.
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