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And to the state's child protective services department, if the locals won't do anything about drunk and high teenagers.

I'm sorry you have to deal with this crap, I had some serious white trash neighbors in my neighborhood who could afford to live in the area because one got a big personal injury settlement and they were all set for life (not that i'm particularly wealthy, but my parents bought the house back in the '70s and through the miracle of refinancing, we're still paying off the mortgage,) and they were like the bad neighbors from TV. Their house itself was in decent shape, but oddly still had small high windows like a trailer. The yard had patchy grass and dirt, not helped much by the fact that they owned a tractor trailer for a hauling business they ran out of their home, which they would frequently have parked outside as they welded and worked on it, and drove it across the lawn to park it in the back yard.

They had a few dogs over the years that they let roam free around the neighborhood terrorizing other pets, children, and even adults; Bud, the doberman, would lay in wait for my neighbor, who was pregnant, to come home and run at her from the bushes. She called animal control once, but Richie, one of the brothers (the family was two or three brothers and their elderly mother,) told her if she ever did anything to have the dog taken away he'd pour gas around the foundation of her house and burn it down while they were asleep. They moved out not long after that. After an undetermined neighbor had enough of Bud terrorizing the neighbors and shot him one day when Richie wasn't home, they got Buster, who was an almost completely harmelss and incredibly stupid German Shepard who was eventually run over by a delivery truck while sleeping in the road. Then they got Petey, the pit bull who may or may not have eaten a few neighborhood cats.

Richie was also an alcoholic and an angry drunk. My street became the highlight of the elementary school bus route one day when Richie got drunk, shot the side of his pickup truck (of course he had a pickup truck) around 30 times, then made light of it by spraypainting "OUCH" on the side. The peak of it came a few years later when my mom and I got home to find our street lined with SWAT and FBI vehicles with officers and agents combing the area for Richie after some sort of drug-related incident. We were told to get inside, lock the doors, and stay away from the windows. (side note, of 3 SWAT incidents in Fairfield's history, all have taken place in the past 20 years and 2 were less then 3 houses down in either direction from my house.)

As a child, I always thought that this house in Paperboy 2 had been modeled after their house. http://i48.tinypic.com/126a2ch.png Busted cars, run down, angry dogs, how could it not be?

In 2005, they moved out; in 2006, Money Magazine named Fairfield the second safest municipality in the US. Coincidence? we report, you decide.