I lived on top of a hill in alabama once upon a time. There was a trailer park below me. I got a phone delivered and they took it to someone downhill from me. I let an entire magazine off that night and screamed Fuck All Yall downhill people. The next day I got my phone. These were really good times for me but Im not proud of them. Once when my son visited he bought his great dane, now we always had these in the family. Some downhill fucker came up with his little boy knocking on the door. I was so proud of the dane, holding his collar he was barking that deep ass bark. They jumped back and asked if I had seen their little dog. I havent but still think to this day they didnt believe me. Sometimes bad times seem good occasionally.