I've had really good neighbors and really bad neighbors. Currently I have really good ones. When I moved in I had one good and one not so good. The guy next door got mad when I kicked his German Shepard as it tried to attack me, and I unfortunately kicked him as well as he tried to grab the dog and restrain it. A while later he moved into an apartment with his mean dog, and his wife and son made great neighbors for many years. Then they moved and the wild bunch moved in next door. My kids loved the insane neighbors but they were insane and the kids had a drum set, a BB gun and a motorcycle that their insane parents gave them so they would have something to do while skipping school. They finally moved and I still have some fond memories of the insane kids but I can't say I think much about the insane parents anymore. They were the things that cartoons are made of, very madcap.
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