Hidden Content Boot Hill, Where the Real Fights Are Fought.
Probably the other way around,they do know me.
But there is that one guy up the hill from me who I pray starts with me. Of course thats because when he's not in jail this week,he runs a lab out of his house,and I dont want that within a five mile radius of my kid.
Problem is,every time I inform him that his buisness is his,and therefore I dont want to know about it,he kisses my ass. I want the little SOB to mouth off to me, but he wont do it.
Funny, for the first year I lived here, everybody whined about him, but nobody thought to do anything about it.
I said to hell with it,and went up to his house and informed him that if one more of his "customers" came screaming through the neighborhood at 40+ mph when the kids were out playing,I intended to pull that "customer" out of their car and discuss it with them,and if they actually hit a kid,I was going to come up and discuss it with himself at length.
You wouldnt even know he still runs the lab unless the breeze from off the mountain shifts.
I know the little golem is up there cooking,but its a half mile away,and as long as I dont see it or have to know about it,not my problem. Though I do hope and pray he screws up,and burns that house to the ground.
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