In the beginning...

I decided to start this blog today. I've been thinking about it for a long time, and here it is. This old man next door intrigues the hell out of me. He seems like the old "Get the hell off of my lawn, you damned kids" stereotype. And here I am. A kid. Loud music, heavy drinking, and batshit crazy. Ruining this man's retirement. There goes the neighborhood. I moved in back in December, and I'm sure his blood pressure is suffering the consequences. The beauty of living in the city limits on this quiet street in the nicest neighborhood in town is that there is no homeowner's society. No rules. Just the law. Which I've broken. I'm not necessarily white-trash, although I get the feeling that this man is furious every time I park my truck in the yard or drink Bud Light on my front stoop. Every time I take out the trash and the plastic bag clangs with bottles or crunches with cans as it's dropped in the trashcan. Then there's my cat. Vladimir. Wandering around, killing small animals, and probably napping on his property. He has no pets. None that are ever outside anyway. He must hate animals. The best part of this existence in time and space that we share is that I don't give a fuck about him. The old man in myself is set in my ways and there's no turning back. We're neighbors. And now he's got his own blog. :) Until next time....