Last night before I picked up G to go to dinner, I drove by the LaLa to get my mail and there were two hay bales of insulation with a can light sitting in the front yard. I called S to ask what up and he said he forgot them so I dragged them back to the back of the house in my high heels. And lo and behold my neighbor who shares the same name with Steve Martin pulls up. So I said hi, and he barely acknowledged me, then I said someone left the insulation in the front, go figure, again a skant acknowledgement that a living creature was on the planet with him, and then I asked “so, how’s it going?” point blank to get a response and he said fine, and then I said, “did you get the bottom cleaned out?” and as he turned his back to me to walk up the side stairs he said, “not yet.”
He is not going to like me as a neighbor. Anarchy on the bayou.