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Well, there were the neighbors two houses down.
Drunks, druggies, plus they were your traditional "rednecks." They had a Mack truck in the front yard that they were constantly working on, they had junk all over the yard, and the neighborhood was great place to let the pitbull, the rottweiler, and the doberman wander (thak God they only had one of the dogs at a time.)
Just to give you an idea, two memorable incidents were the time that the guy who I will refer to as "R" got drunk, pissed off, and shot 3 clips from his pistol into the side of his truck, which was subsequently decorated with the spraypainted word, "OUCH." There was also the time that we came home to find the street lined with police and FBI vehicles, whose occupants were getting out in order to aid in the manhunt for R in the woods that our block is built around.
We were quite happy when they moved out.
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