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Happy HourAs a basic rule of thumb it seems I always end up with really weird neighbors. I like to make up little stories about them with my friends about their strange habits, these fairly new neighbors moved in across the street from me, and at first they just started out as being annoying, because, to start with they had this car in which they apparently hadn't figured out how the alarm upon it worked, because when the car was just in the driveway, and nothing near it, the alarm would periodically just start going off, and once the woman was standing there just looking at her car as the alarm kept going. So that happened a few times before it seems like the finally got it figured out.
Well suddenly they started to get in the habit during the day, and nearly all day long, playing their music for the entire neighborhood, they thought they were having a block party or something, I mean there is no way they could be oblivious to how loud their music was, unless they made themselves deaf by playing it. Sometimes you could barely even here the TV in the house because of it, but I guess some of the other neighbors finally complained about it enough, because it seems like they haven't done that in a while. But now I think they are drug dealers. Every night at about 10 their house turns into Happy Hour. Without fail, pretty much ever night around 10 some car will pull up to the house, and then every light will come in the place, the porch light will come on, all the windows in the house light up, the garage opens and the lights in the garage all on, and people will be hanging out, frequently children could be heard running around between 10 and 11 at night, and there is a constant flow of cars, some that just seem to drive by and honk, others that come and go. And tonight, it was the same thing as usual, but at like 12 o clock at night, they guy was out there washing his car in the driveway, and then when he was done, they closed up and the house went dark again. 11:00 PM - 7/18/2009 - post comment
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