I just got a call from the Price City police chief, who basically told me that there’s nothing they can do about my dipshit neighbors. And I’m not surprised about it one bit, either. He seemed to believe that whoever drove through my front yard did so by accident, even though it had only been a week since they were warned not to do that exact thing by the police. But it’s ok, they’ll get theirs eventually.
There’s something I found extremely hilarious about this whole situation, though. Last week, after we’d gotten back from camping, I was in my back yard watering the lawn when I heard somebody call my name from my neighbor’s yard. I looked up, and there was Joe “Don’t Drop the Soap” Sanchez. He and his little brother were hanging out with the little girls over there, and after talking to him for a few minutes, Joe mentioned how G.I. Jorge and Big Russ had been hanging out over there as well. I just laughed my ass off, learning that a couple of guys my age are still hanging out with college freshmen. Can anybody say “Shawn Bryant?” =)