Ghetto Neighbors, I heart my crack baby.

How come idiots, true idiots, always find somebody else fault in the things they do? And how come regular people (non-idiots) let em? I ask you this. Who's really the idiot?" Husla3x (super-genius).

If you read my other blog then you have heard me talk about “the house next door” to mine in Milwaukee. You also know that this blog is a spin-off from that blog and this segment. I never really go into details about the individuals that live there mainly because I think its the house not the people i think its haunted by a trifling spirit or something.. I actually really think that my last good neighbors put a curse on the house before they were evicted by the landlord.

The last good neighbors were damn near family our kids grew up together and we were like cousins or something. They were buying the house on a land contract or something and ended up losing it, every since then it has been one noisy, disrespectful, full capacity kidded group of individuals after the next with the exception of very few. I swear people move in every 6 months, by the time you know them they are gone a few times taking a chunk of money from your pockets. I mean it got to the point where we wanted to try and buy the house next door and rent it out our own selves. Hell naw we can't afford it but how much is peace of mind worth? We never bought it because they wanted too much and even if they hadn't we figured out it wasn't a good idea. If we would have bought it our next door neighbors would have just been the people that live with us now and that would have been worst. That would suck to finally get rid of my in-laws and then have them as tenants. They would never pay the rent on time or even close. Somebody would always need an operation or bail or need a grip or else the baby is going to explode. So scratch that bright idea right fast.

The problem with the house is that there always seems to be a single mother of six that doesn't watch her kids correctly. There was even one lady who got mad and stayed mad because some of the neighborhood kids had a bike in her driveway the day she moved in with her 5 kids and 2 grandkids, she was like 34. She stayed mad at us for about 3 months until her needing to borrow a cigarette an hour from the people that are staying with us until they get on their feet. They gotta get feet first so thats strange and hope draining. Anyway that one was hell but the one before her sued us because she wanted to and moved. She actually sued our friendly mutt dog that the whole neighborhood has always played with for years. She got it in her head to say the dog bit her kid and the insurance company settled because it was easier than fighting. She got a little change even though the ambulance and police told the company that the wound was old and not even a bite mark but a scrape or branch mark. I never really understood that whole thing, all I know is she was a “Christian” and she hated dogs. Part of the problem with the house next door is that its Rent Assistance so people who can't afford to pay the $850 rent get to stay in there for like $300. Rent assistance is kind of like house welfare I ain't knocking it because I have always been trying to get it. Hell if it was to come through now I would sell this house to my daddy and rent it from him and clean up. Wouldn't nothing have to change but the title. But that ain't gonna happen so let me go on.

The people that move into the house always seem to be the kind that don't get jobs and need to use your lawn mower. Since I am letting my girl family stay with us and they are the same types “borrowers” we always end up knowing the neighbors better than just to say hi. I guess its because when we are at work making money to house and feed them they are lending and borrowing beer and cigarettes from the tenants of the month next door. So at least a few times a day we hear a knock from the neighbors needing sugar or bread or cigarettes or a ride or bus change or some other quit asking me for ass crap. How the hell do out of work drunks always seem to find each other in the hood? They need to start a gang, call themselves the drunks or brew city beggars. How the hell do they make beer money sitting on the front porch anyway, they don't move but to go to the store to get beer. It must be something to that porch sitting thing cause enough people do it all day everyday for no discernible reason. Maybe there is like a porch fairy sort of like the tooth fairy except instead of putting a dollar under your pillow (inflation) for a tooth while you sleep they put a dollar under your head when you pass out on the porch from drinking. Its a thought.

And why do drunks always seem to have someone to call? Who the hell are you talking to for 3 hour when you are drunk? I talked to you for 14 seconds and you were slurring so much that you either wanted me to take you to the gas station or the horses got out of the barn, I still don't know which. Anyway pray for your boy because my “guests” have until July 1st to be gone, moved, out on their own. But I don't think its going to happen on schedule because 20 hours after my girl gave them the news her mother (lives with us) got deathly ill. Whats funny is I owe my Auntie $25 because she bet that my girls mom would become deathly ill within days of being told to go. Tell me that ain't hilarious. If it wasn't happening in my life it would be my favorite TV show.

Husla3x (super-genius)