I’m starting to wonder if my neighbor reads my blog (if he somehow could ply himself away from drinking his bottom of the barrel domestic beer and smoking generic cigarettes). Between the tossing of food in my yard and his dirty underwear in my yard – I didn’t think he could top himself.
Well holy f’n crap. He did it again.
It is currently snowing in Baltimore. Secretly I’m relieved because I’ve been in a bit of a slump lately (this would explain my lack of blogging, tweeting and reading all of my favorite blogs and commenting). Anywho – Jeremy and I are holed up in our house, sitting cozily under a blanket with our dogs, eating pistachios and watching Fringe (I love Joshua Jackson).
There is a knock at the door.
I figured it was someone asking if we wanted to pay them to shovel our steps (all 3 of our steps). But it was my neighbor.
He asked if he could come inside and Jeremy let him in. And then he asks us for money. Yes, you read that correctly. He asked us for cash.
Jeremy told him we didn’t have any cash (and sadly that is the truth – we just don’t carry cash). The neighbor went on to say he needed cash for food (as though we were lying). Again – Jeremy said we don’t have cash.
Then the neighbor mumbled something about him having to write a check and left.
While I’d love to feel bad for him if he really can’t afford food… he sure as shit can afford his cheap beer, cigarettes and prostitutes.
And now I’m freaked the fuck out. He has never been in our house before. And I’m not saying we’re living in a house covered in gold and diamonds… but I will say our house is a hell of a lot nicer than his.
Now I think he’s going to try to rob us.