I honestly don\u2019t know what the hell is going on at Crazy Pants\u2019 house these days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
Yesterday some dude I\u2019ve seen around was stomping down the street calling the boyfriend of Crazy Pants all kinds of names and then walking back up to better hear the boyfriends response. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
Then he\u2019s acting like he wants to fight right there on the street calling the boyfriend less than a man. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
If I\u2019d not had the windows open I\u2019ve have ignored the whole mess but since I could hear everything I decided to watch as well. I thought about making popcorn and cracking open a beer even though it was only 9am!<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
Hey, if they\u2019re going to put on a live show, why the hell shouldn\u2019t I watch?<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
After another few minutes of grumbling at each other the stranger, who I think of as \u201cWhitey\u201d because of his long white hair, goes back up to Crazy Pant\u2019s property. Where the two males, continue to bitch at each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
I was thinking, \u201cCome on guys, just fuck already! You\u2019re fighting like you\u2019re married!<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n After another hour or so, things quiet down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n Around 9pm there\u2019s more yelling then there\u2019s a male voice I\u2019m assuming \u201cWhitey\u201d moaning and saying I\u2019m hurt bad, then he\u2019s almost begging Crazy Pants boyfriend, \u201cPlease don\u2019t hurt me more\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n I\u2019m thinking one of two things, 1) They finally decided to punch it out, or 2) They decided to fuck and are into some rough stuff. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n I don\u2019t think Crazy Pants boyfriend is particularly hung so it\u2019s not like Whitey was moaning over, or complaining about taking it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n At one point last night someone called for help but not one of the neighbors, myself included, went to look, opened our front doors, or called the cops.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n This morning all is quiet, even the fucking 5 Chihuahuas that are yapping all the damn time. I thought I heard Crazy Pants muttering and mumbling earlier, but now she\u2019s quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n I found myself thinking, \u201cI hope they fucking kill each other.<\/em>\u201d Then it occurred to me that there will be one survivor, there is always one survivor. There\u2019s always one roach, or one rat, but one always survives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n Then I thought, \u201cIn older times, the neighbors would be within their rights to deal with the survivor too.<\/em>\u201d In less fire prone areas, the neighbors would burn the house to the ground. That way they\u2019d avoid having to bury the bodies, just stack \u2018em in the house and \u201cWoosh\u201d. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n Fire purifies everything. It would even burn their names from the neighborhood\u2019s memory. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n The only epitaph would be, \u201cThey were bad people.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n When stuff like this goes through my mind I realize it\u2019s just me being super tired of the constant drama. But I wonder about myself as a person. Does this make me a bad guy too? Does my growing hatred for those people present a danger, and are they dragging me down to their level? Who am I to sit in judgment?<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n I\u2019ve contented myself, thinking as long as I\u2019m asking these questions I\u2019m probably okay. There is some shred of morality left in me regarding these people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n I found it jarring yesterday because I was hoping the two guys would beat each other to death and I was hoping that Crazy Pants would be hurt badly when she got in the cross fire. What shocked me was that I was perfectly content to watch it, beer in hand and baseball bat within easy reach. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n Yeah, I tend to not spend much time in the front yard unless I\u2019ve got something to defend myself with these days. Crazy Pants has been known to wander the neighborhood with large butcher knives, pick up rocks, and as in my case simply punch people without provocation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n Whitey just walked down the street. He\u2019s wearing a backpack, carrying a bottle of water and looked like he was a man on a mission. I didn\u2019t see any visible injuries. I wonder if he had enough and is gone for good? I\u2019ve heard the boyfriend yelling at one or two of the dogs. So there are multiple survivors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n Dang!<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n Oh well, maybe this weekend they\u2019ll do each other in. I\u2019ve got plenty of popcorn and beer!<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I honestly don\u2019t know what the hell is going on at Crazy Pants\u2019 house these days. Yesterday some dude I\u2019ve seen around was stomping down the street calling the boyfriend of Crazy Pants all kinds of names and then walking back up to better hear the boyfriends response. Then he\u2019s acting like he wants to … <\/p>\n
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