Wow! I just witnessed my beloved neighbors screaming obscenities at each other so loud that I could hear it over my television. I am a bad person because I enjoyed every minute of it. A while back my neighbor and I got into a shouting match over his spilling oil into the street in front of my house. I was blocked into my drive way where if I backed out, I would drive right through it. Then I went out to take some pictures of it and he started shouting obscenities at me for taking pictures.
He eventually got the water hose and sprayed it out of my drive way into the lady next door’s drive way. This guy plays the stereo every night and day where I can hear it inside my own house.
I have never called the police on him but it really gets on my nerves. This oil incident happened over a year ago. We have not spoken since that day until last week. I was taking the basket ball goal out of the yard that had so much concrete on it that my whole family could not move it without breaking it up with a sledge hammer. The same neighbor pulled up and helped me get it into the truck. I am certainly torn because I was very grateful for his helping me yet he continues to blast the stereo very loudly. The funny thing about it is that I can hear praise music so loud inside my house. He also has several Rottweiler’s that use to always get out and terrorize the neighborhood.
As recently as this morning I heard the praise music blasting from his house. About 15 minutes ago I was hearing f*** this and f*** that. This same guy was screaming at his neighbor on the other side of him. The victim this time is the same neighbor that always defends this guy. They have always been close neighbors. The neighbor would always defend him when the other guy’s dog would get out. Now they are screaming at each other because the friend next door pulled his truck between the houses and caused ruts in the guy with the dog’s yard. They were screaming so loud that many other neighbors were peeking outside to see what was going on. For some reason I find pleasure in seeing this happen and I know it is not right. I could barely contain myself from giggling while peeking through the window blinds like a coward. I know that is not a nice thing to do but for some reason I feel vindicated despite his helping me load the pole with concrete in the truck. Maybe I have lived in a neighborhood where criminal activity has become so common place that it does not even phase me anymore.
The sad thing about all this is that not only do I know it is wrong for me to have pleasure in their fight, but this is the neighborhood that I grew up in. It really does bother me that our neighborhood has come to this. You may remember just last week some 17 year old was shot and killed just three streets over from me in this very residential neighborhood. I thought that the cops would show up for sure tonight but they never did. They were shouting so loud that I could understand what they were saying inside my house with the door shut. I hate to see my childhood neighborhood become so bad that people are not even phased by it.