I guess it was bound to happen, Larry becoming that neighbor. You know the one. The guy who stares out his window at the new neighbors moving in across the street. And also the guy who notices new boyfriends of longtime neighbors. Hopefully she doesn’t fight as much with this guy.
Her house is adjacent to the one that’s being moved into. So if the fights do continue, well, welcome to the neighborhood, newbies. That’s Sandra.
She lives there alone, except for when she’s dating, which is most of the time. The two of them are at the house pretty much all day. Their day begins innocently, if not a bit annoyingly, as they sit on the porch around 8am and smoke while laughing too loudly for that time of day. Things grow quieter through the afternoon and into the evening, but then about 8pm, the smoking and laughing, and now also drinking, return.
Okay, newbs, you might be thinking that that doesn’t sound too, too bad. It could be worse. Well, it gets worse. Approaching about midnight, the yelling begins, and about every other week, the yelling escalates to hitting, subsequently resulting in flashes of red and blue right outside your window.
But maybe this new boyfriend will be different.
…Nope.
How could Larry have been so naive?
…Wait.
Something weird is happening now. The yelling between two people has turned to a multitude of yells. And there are no police lights yet.
Larry looks out his window.
…Oh my.
The new neighbors have taken over. The man is dragging new boyfriend off the porch. The woman is talking to Sandra, and not very nicely. It’s happened quickly, but the neighborhood doesn’t belong to Sandra anymore. And it won’t ever again, so long as the newbies—though Larry should put some more respect on their name—stick around.