I give up. It’s time to move.

11:58 pm on Sunday, June 12, 2005

Sitting here in bed a bit ago I heard a noise outside. Sounded like tires over a curb. I figured someone had gone in the ditch again. I heard squealing tires and a crunching. ‘Crap, better get up and look’. By the time I got up and looked out the window all I saw was a girl standing on the corner. Wierd. A minute later a guy drives up and stops sideways in the street and talks to her. 30 seconds later a Deputy and a Trooper come whipping around the corner and get the guy to pull over. As I’m watching from my window a girl walks out of my bushes and crosses the street to where they are.
‘Huh? Did I miss something?’
I wandered out my front door to hide in the shadows and try to figure out WTF was going on. And to take pics in case something even more interesting happened.
They convince him to turn off the car and then pull him from it. They do a field sobriety test and after a bit of persuasion get him to blow in the breathalizer. Apparently he failed as they immmediately cuffed him and put him in a cruiser. One of the Troopers then reached in a poured out a can of beer on the ground.
They talked with the girls for a bit and then as a motorcycle drove by a deputy noticed me standing in shadows. He came over and asked if I had called. I told him no. Then he asked whose yard he drove through. ‘I don’t know’, I said as he started shining his light at the neighbor’s yard. Then we noticed the tracks on my lawn. The dude missed the turn at the corner by like 50 feet and drove up into my yard and missed both my house and a big-ass oak tree by 10-12 feet. ‘Shit’, said I as I sat and looked at my torn up lawn. I needed some new ruts I guess.
They hauled the guy off and let his sober girlfriend drive off in the Cherokee.

Right now as I sit here and type this a drunk guy on a Harley pulled up right outside my window. Then fell over. I called 911 on his ass. He finally got it together enough to stand it up, pick up his broken mirror, and drive off before a deputy could show up. Fuck this town

That last paragraph seals it. I don’t know what else to say. Two drunks outside my window in a hour, a drunk driving death last week, along with all the other idiots. And my son wonders why we don’t let him play in the front yard without close supervision. This used to be a great neighborhood but in the past 2-3 years things have been going downhill. Time to move to a few acres in the country.

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