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Until they were evicted by the police in the fall, I had horrible neighbours. It was a family of three, Dad sold drugs, and Mom spent her time screaming at their idiot son who had a habit of biking around in circles in the road, too stupid to get out of the way of traffic, not that the street is that busy, he just wouldn't get out of the way.
Dad's customers would often park in our driveway if we weren't home, or park in front of it if we were. They didn't believe in taking out garbage, they had so much shit piled up on the back porch that eventually the railing broke, sending the pile into our driveway. We had racoons in our backyard all summer because of the filth next door.
We had junkies asking us for money, cigarettes, or in one case, tin foil at all hours of the morning. They'd lurk around the side of the house, looking for something to steal. For awhile I was considering keeping a crowbar by the door to chase the riffraff away with, but I think the cops took care of the squatters around the same time as the got rid of the neighbour.
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