F**king great

We have new neighbors. Actually, they're not new, I've just been ignoring them to the best of my ability since they arrived in the spring. Why would I spend so much effort trying to convince myself the house next door was empty and I was having a bad dream?

Let's see:

1) Their creepy, soon to be a rapist/serial killer son. This kid has not been in school a day since they arrived in April. Yes, I'm aware kids don't go to school in the summer, but they do in the Spring. I'll calling child services if he isn't in school this fall. Believe me, if you saw these people you'd know they're not home-schooling. This is the same kid we saw running down the street naked one night... on a dare... from his father... for a cigarette (thanks for reminding me Shannon).

2) Fat, bitchy, retared wife. How did she spend her summer? Pregnant, smoking, drinking, and yelling at her kids.

3) The parade of random people in and out of the house partying all the time. And by people, I mean those folks that make you instantly buy stronger locks.

4) The trash.... in the street, in their yard, in my yard.

5) "Lawnmower? What's that?" Seriously did not touch the yard for months. I even lent them a mower one day. The "father" said he was buying one next week. Next week? Creepy kid is on my doorstep trying to borrow the mower again.

6) The multiple kids, by multiple fathers, yelling... all day, every day.

7) I met the fathers dad. "Well, he had his problems with drugs but he's gotten it under control now". He told me this while leaning over my fence.... shirtless.... fat.... drinking a natty ice... through a mouthful of holes where presumably teeth used to be.

And multiple other reasons. Anyway, today the final shoe was dropped. I can no longer pretend I don't live next door to a Jerry Springer out-takes reel. Why? This. As I suspected, they're juggalos.