Last night, 2am...
Pound
Pound
Pound, pound pound...
"Craig,
"Someone's pounding on the door."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Ok."
"Come down with me "(he's got the club in his hand, still a little paranoid from the burglary)
"Are you serious? Fine."
"It's the police, they're everywhere."
"I'm going back to bed."
He went outside and waited for the police to talk to him.
I can't help but grab my camera.
He crossed the yellow line. Shame on him.
My neighbor got shot in the rear end...seriously--his rear.
probably a drug related thing...
I have yucky neighbors...
3 comments:
Goodness girl!
Glad it was not your husband that got shot.
I think we have all had those neighbors at one point or another.
We had some when I was growing up.
Oh my goodness! You poor thing! You've been through a lot lately. I bet it's hard to sleep at night sometimes!
That would so be me! Waltzing out in the yard to check it all out. My kids would have their shades pulled to the side with their big eyes wide and staring!
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