It was indeed fucking funny.
I'd amuse myself that way several times a week.
Fireworks were legal until like 02:00. They had like a 20:00 curfew, which was why they were all on the porch smoking at that time.
I'd go out and light a brick of firecrackers. If the cops came, and they tended not to, I'd just say I was celebrating. They'd ask me to be quiet for the rest of the night and I'd sometimes listen. Mostly, I'd just rail at the cops about the disgusting whores next to my house.
I drank a whole lot back then.
Actually, I think curfew was 20:00 and 22:00 was when the lights were supposed to go out. They had these great big fucking industrial lights, like you'd see at a shopping mall, which pissed me off 'cause those would stay on all night. We eventually had the city force them to turn the lights off at like 21:00.
Man, the shit I'd yell at them. "It's no wonder you're a punching bag, you can't even pick up your cigarette butts!"
Yeah... It was pretty fun.
I'm kinda drinking already tonight. It's too bad I don't have any skanky whores next door to yell at. I like the missus, so I've never yelled at her. If I did, she'd probably be shocked and cry... Or maybe punch me. I'm not actually sure. I don't have any reasons to yell at her.
LoL It is probably best to not yell at your wife. Unless there is good reason of course, even then though, I don't know.
That would suck to have the neighbors place all lie up all night long.
These were abused chicks. So, like all hours of the day, you had their abusive ex-boyfriends driving through, stopping, yelling, etc...
You'd have a dude and a chick yelling at each other through the fence FOR HOURS.
Then, we had the cops there constantly. At least once a day, the cops were there. Average that out, 'cause they might be there three or four times in one day.
Once, some jealous ex had lost his punching bag so he shot at the shelter. Several of the spent casings were on my side of the fence. He probably would have kept shooting but I ran outside and told him that he had 30 seconds to leave before I killed him. I had my fucking kids in the house. You're damned right, I'd have killed him.
Sure, in public my neighbors would decry my behavior, but in private they too thought it was funny.
Alas, I moved away before they finally shut the place down. I believe they ran out of funding and there was some embezzlement case against someone, but I was moved out by then.
Man, I haven't thought about this in years... That was so long ago.
Sounds like some pretty good memories.
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