… and the fall of something else…
What does it really matter? When you sit back, and you think about it, who really cares? Hell, even I don’t care right now… but that’s not saying much.
The dude that lives behind me called the city and I was the proud recipient of a “warning”. I have to trim the little bit of trees that impinge on my neighbor’s rear lot line. How petty can you get? I reminded him that he got overspray on MY fence when he painted HIS fence white. Did I complain to him? No. I told him of the other, more important things, going on in my life right now… Did he care? No.
So who cares?
Well, me and not me.
His fence is about 6 inches on MY property. 6 inches. I’m tempted to make him move his fence just to prove a point. That point? Be a dick, and so will I. This guy is on disability, but he’s constantly working in his yard, doing various things around the exterior of his home. Disability? I’m certain he could hold down a job of some form, why the hell isn’t he? He looks able enough to me.
Who do I call to rat this asshole out? I think it was Ren from N.W.A. that put it best, “F@$k with me, I’ll put a foot in yo ass.”
But actually, behind all my knee-jerk anger, I feel sorry for the guy. I know that I would never make him move his fence, I know that I wouldn’t rat him out to whoever the hell I should rat him out to (though I really should do that). No, I feel sorry for him because he’s obviously going crazy. Seriously.
The amount of tree that is hanging over onto to “his” property is miniscule. The amount of debris that might come off this beautiful tree is nothing. I’m convinced he’s actually gone mad. Being home every day, day in and day out. He walks around his yard and puts ant killer on ant piles. He waters grass that barely passes for weed. He paints the trim of his house pink. Yes, I think he’s lost it.
I thought briefly about writing him a letter, apologizing for my behavior over at his place yesterday (I did yell a bit, and the word f@$k was probably used once, or ten times). I don’t normally act out like that. I’m normally pretty cool about these things, and keep to myself. But yesterday, I don’t know what it was. That letter stuck in my door somehow bothered me. Anyway, I thought I would write him and apoligize and let him know that he’s turning into a grumpy old man before his time. He really needs to look at what’s really important in this life, and I don’t know about you, but tree trimming is nowhere near the top of my list.
Maybe he just needs someone to tell him this. Maybe I should be that person.