Friday, July 7, 2006

how old am I again?

I have a confession to make.

I'm a snob when it comes to my neighborhood. We paid pretty decent money to live on a block and in a house that isn't overrun by slobby renters who don't give a shit. We were extremely cautious about moving to the city and living downtown because honostly, New Albany varies block by block as far as the niceness facet.

To date there are only 1 or 2 houses I just want to bulldoze. One is catty-corner from us and actual in forclosure and Adam has started communications with the bank to buy and rehab it, but it may not be until October until it's "released". The other is a shoddy little duplex down the way, but the renters are quiet and keep things picked up enough so they don't really bother me.

UNTIL, 3rd of July as I was taking Bean and the dogs for the firework walk of dog-death I ran into some...undesireables in the street. A bunch of drunk kids hollering and whooping it up. Now wait a minute before you start calling me names and saying I'm just a kid myself, you're right let me explain. I don't mind people partying it up on holidays and week-ends, but I drove past the house last night on an emergency run to Ben Franklins (good God I do sound lame) and they were all out piled on this little porch drinking and throwing shit in the yard. Arrrrrgggghhhh. At least take it in the backyard where people driving past don't have to see you.

I know this stuff is going to happen and where I live is never going to be like a gated community. New Albany has some of the lowest tax rates in the state of Indiana, so naturally lower income people gravitate here. That, I don't have a problem with either. Hey man make what you can and do the best you can, it's all good. What I do have a problem with is the lifestyle certain people bring with them, no money or lots of it. I don't like being woken up at 3 in the morning by Gracee barking her fool head off at some crazies hanging out in front of my house. GET A JOB OR GO TO BED, or hell go hang it at your own house/car/friends couch.

Anyway, back to my lame-ass story, on the way to BF's I noticed a cop car pulled over in an old parking lot (hoo boy don't get me started on the lack of patrols in New Albany) and mentioned to him the crowd of seemingly underage kids drinking a few houses down from mine. Perhaps if he could just cruise past they would scurry back in the house.

Whatev-call me a snob, prude, bitch, I don't care.

What have been your experiences with your neighborhood and where you live? I grew up in a pretty rural area so this city-livin is all still new to me.

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