Just for the sport of it
As I walked the Bean around the bayou this morning – a glorious morning I might add – I noticed a cat stalking a squirrel. Then the cat took off and the squirrel took off up an old oak tree that is on the corner of Harding and Moss. The cat came down after climbing a few feet. Then it looked around for another diversion.
In back of the LaLa, my neighbor had removed my fence boundary flag and the concrete block that protected it (which I put the day before after he ran over the flag) and run his tires over and over the markings.
I said to myself, self I said, why would a person be such an ass? And then it occurred to me. It’s all for sport. The Martins have nothing else to do but fuck around with the new neighbor – in a way, I’m the curled up mouse that S or M wants to paw around with. What puts me in the curled position is that I’m wanting to have harmony and at times needing access to their driveway to paint that side or the like.
When I uncurl – I’m going to have a little sporting fun myself. I wonder if they have ever heard Opeth full blast? Something makes me think not. Oh, but they will. And this little mouse will run around in glee – perhaps even naked.
November 27th, 2006 at 8:06 am
My advise is to find to $ and put up a nice (on your side anyway) 8′ fence right on the property line and they can park on the street and you won’t have to see or deal with them. I peeked in the LaLA when I droped of CD’s it looks like it’s starting to come together. I forgot to download Imogen Heap. I’d like borrow it whenever.
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