I have great neighbors and then not so great neighbors. I live on a hill and on a lake. Across the street is the lake, dock, ect. No complaints there. On the left there is a HUUUUGGEE house up the hill moreso then mine and they're all the way to the left on his lot so he's way far away. I only see him occasionally when he is on his hammock in his backyard which is pretty close to my window here. He smokes pipe tobacco and it smells reaallyy good. My mom is good friends with his wife, we have barbequed a few times, the guy knows his boxing too actually. Older guy in his 50's.

Anyways, on the other side is where the trouble is. There is a trailer park situated right on the lake, parolees, sex offenders, the whole work. Not a nice place unfortunately I have to walk past it everyday to get to the basketball courts I go to. My weed guy lives there too but he doesn't know I live where I do and have him meet me at the basketball courts. He's a legitimate psycho too, out of San Quentin for less then a year (he claims he was on that Lockup show, haven't seen the San Quentin one) and I've heard him at times screaming at the top of his lungs for no appearant reason shouting nothing. Just screaming. Weird. That place is bad though, not violence wise just a melting pot of nothingness. Actually there are some nice people in there but not many. I hate walking past it especially at night, there is a Mexican guy there who also probably just got out of prison, looks the part, and he always hangs out on the highway with all his friends instead of in the trailer park. I don't think they speak English and they always get silent when I walk by even when I walk on the other side of the street. But I haven't seen him for a while I think he's gone.

It's not that bad, not half as bad as other places I've lived with actual gangs and violence instead of just rift rafts as they call them here.