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Right now, we are living in Dave's house until the projects on my house are finished.
His neighbors to the left are very nice. The ones to the right do not speak to us. I am guessing that it is because they hate dogs. The neighbor across the street is wonderful. She has one-year old twin boys and a five year old little girl. Dad is in Iraq.
At my house, the neighbors across the street are awesome. They are an attorney and his wife; in the house next door to them live a jr. high school teacher and her husband who works as a producer at a local TV station. A computer programmer lives next door to us...he is quiet but very nice.
I live on a corner so to the left of my house, across the street is an old 1920's house that is a rental. It has six units. An artist lives in one of the units. He is very nice and a helpful neighbor. A young woman occupies another unit and a young couple lives in the unit next to her. An ex-homeless man lives in one of the units that faces my house. The other two units are occupied by single guys.
The problem neighbor is the ex-homeless man. His friends come over on a daily basis and start drinking at around 3:00pm. When they start getting loaded the music goes up as well as their conversations. At around 1:00pm, they start fighting with each other and that's when someone calls the police. It starts getting freaky when they start telling jail stories and or bragging about how many people they have robbed or beat up. The landlord is worthless and pretty much let's this guy stay because he pays rent on time. I haven't had problems with them because I leave them alone. Their trash ends up along my fence so, I pick it up and put it back into his small yard. Also, occasionally, one of this guy's guests will ask if we can get them some beer while we are at the store and we always say no.
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