A Bad Thing

Matter of fact, a very bad thing. Earlier this afternoon I heard a commotion next door. It was on the Demon Spawn side. Looking out my window, I saw this:

In case you’re not quite sure what that is – it’s a tent. A very large tent that takes up about 3/4 of their backyard. I’m certain you can guess what that means: they are having a party.

Let me tell you about the last large party the Demon Spawn Family had. There were probably 100 people out back. They were very loud. They had music so loud that people several blocks away could hear it. That party lasted well into the night, past 2 a.m. People called the police. Does that give you an adequate idea of just how loud and annoying their parties are?

Now you may think calling the police would be helpful. Let me remind you that I live in New York City. In addition, we live in one of the largest police precinct in the 5 boroughs. That means they cover a large geographical area, some of which encompasses uh… well pretty bad neighborhoods. Therefore, they have way more important things to do like show up at robberies, murders, & important stuff like that.

Then there is the secret rumor that the Demon Spawn family is well connected & pays them off. I can’t attest to whether or not that is true. I can tell you that when the police were called for their last party, none ever showed up.

If you saw my last post about the rocks we found all over our property, you’ll know I now have an additional concern. I have it covered, though. I took photos. That way, if there is any damage, I can prove that it did not exist prior to today.

Whatever day their party is, I suspect Frank & I will be sleeping in a local hotel for the night. If we don’t, it would be too tempting to buy a shotgun and we wouldn’t want me owning one of them.