I have had friends that would consider some of them “bad neighbors”. I have had people remark in a negative way about Opera lady, weed guy, drum boy, and dead deer, when visiting. None of that bothers me although I am not crazy about the smell of weed sometimes drifting into the house, it usually doesn’t last long and only happens when the wind shifts a certain way. If I was to smoke weed it probably wouldn’t bother me (or I wouldn’t notice) at all.One exception though, dead end streets. Dead end streets have a flavor all their own. While its not true of all dead end streets they are on average more bustling then a normal street.
My mother was shoving the door closed while he was on the other side trying to shove the door. My mom threw her phone at me and yelled “CALL THE POLICE” than went back to shoving the door. I on the other hand was terrified, my hands were shanking while dialing and i didn’t even hit call, she finally got the door closed and locked it and then shoved me and called them herself. Todd on the other hand started climbing the gate trying to get in and my mother called my older brother (13 at the time) to come fight him off. My brother, being the baller he is, opened the back door and started beating the crap out of him. The cops arrived and took todd to jail and when he got out they got back together.