COMMENTS:
Voted : I know them but I deliberately ignore them
My next-door neighbours are… sexually promiscuous, to say the least. In fact, I have recently come to the conclusion that I live next door to a brothel. Not only that, the girls (there are four of them) insist on playing their shitty dance ‘music’ at an incredibly loud level. Every other sentence they utter ends with: “dya nah wha I meeeean?” They also recently acquired a noisy Pit-Bull Terrier. I imagine they thought it would make a friendly pet for their four young, fatherless, children to play with.
I’m not mad though. I take great consolation from the fact that their lives will be spent living in squalor, being frequently beaten by the vicious boyfriends that they seem to attract, and living on a diet of fags, Stella Artois, microwave chips and Eastenders. That will teach the bastards for disturbing my sleep.
Voted : We make polite conversation about twice a year
Sorta kinda. I speak most often with my Muslim neighbors across the street, but two others I basically nod, speak to and move on. Don't even know their names. And I'm technically the head of the Neighborhood Watch.
Voted : I don't know who my neighbors are
I don't converse with them, but they are good neighbors. Never a problem.
Voted : I have friends and foes.
Mostly foes.
Voted : We're friends - we confide in and look out for one another
Except for that little retarded Russian bastard next door.
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