i live alone, (thank God) in the fi

i live alone, (thank God) in the first floor of a four stories building where neighbors leave garbage outside, the ones above me drag and slam heavy furniture on the floor after midnight and deny it's them when i confront them. others scream like lunatics till midnight and a bit after and refuse to stop. cars drive by with blasting music and open windows. there were neighbors, left years ago, whose teen son's friend told me he's kicked my cat several times, which i know isnt truth because my cat never went anywhere near humans, beside me.
all right, that covers the neighbors. the weather, california like. snow once every twenty years and then melts almost right away. we have huge, winged cockroaches all summer long and they get inside houses and i'm terrified of them.
we have feral cats everywhere, black, white, brown, gray, yellow and orange, and multicolored. i fed some, but the neighbors gave me hell. people here are violent and terrible drivers. by the way, it's a middle class neighborhoods and not much different than other neighborhoods.
i'm walking distance from three supermarkets, five grocery store and the heart of town, which is very small but crowded with stores, restaurants and job agencies.
there are palms everywhere and an occasional cactus. ninety nine percent buildings and very few homes. in the summer, the grass in yards turns yellow and the heat is unbearable. people wear sockless sandles and short pants or mini skirts and shirts tied at the ends to show their stomachs, a few guys go shirtless.
we have electric poles and terrible traffic jams, and you wait forever in the supermarket, the grocery store, the bank, post office, everywhere, and there's always someone trying to jump the line. every minute outside you run into a feral cat and dogs run around mostly without their owners and do their business on the sidewalk. violent dogs are sometimes allowed to run free and the authorities arent very good at doing something about it, or about the noise, or anything else, for that matter.
so, um, how's your neighborhood?
hope i didnt bore you to death.


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I live alone, (thank God) in the first floor of a four stories building where neighbors leave garbage outside, the ones above me drag and slam the heavy furniture on the floor after midnight and deny it's them when i confront them. Others scream like lunatics till midnight and a bit after and refuse to stop. cars drive by with blasting music and open windows. There were neighbors, left years ago, whose teen son's friend told me he's kicked my cat several times, which i know isnt the truth because my cat never went anywhere near humans, beside me. all right, that covers the neighbors. the weather, like california. Snow once every twenty years and then Arctic melts almost right away. We have huge, winged cockroaches all summer long and they get inside houses and I'm terrified of them. We have feral cats everywhere, black, white, brown, gray, yellow and orange, and multicolored. I fed some, but the neighbors gave me hell. people here are violent and terrible drivers. by the way, it's a middle class neighborhoods and not much different than other neighborhoods. I'm walking distance from three supermarkets, five grocery store and the heart of the town, which is very small but crowded with stores, restaurants and job agencies pursuant to. There are palms everywhere and an occasional cactus. Ninety nine percent buildings and very few homes. in the summer, the grass turns yellow and yards in the heat is unbearable. people wear sandles sockless and short pants or mini skirts and shirts tied at the ends to show their stomachs, a few guys go shirtless. We have electric poles and terrible traffic jams, and you wait forever in the supermarket, at the grocery store, the bank, post office, everywhere, and there's always someone trying to jump the line. every minute you run outside into a feral cat and dogs run around mostly without their owners and do their business on the sidewalk. violent dogs are sometimes allowed to run free and the authorities arent very good at doing something about it, or about the noise, or anything else, for that matter. so, um, how's your neighborhood? hope i didnt bore you to death._________________

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i live alone, (thank God) in the first floor of a four stories building where neighbors leave garbage outside, the ones above me drag and slam heavy furniture on the floor after midnight and deny it's added when i confront added. others scream like lunatics till after midnight and a bit and refuse to stop. Cars drive by with music blasting and open windows. There were neighbors, left years ago, có teen son's friend Told me he's kicked my cat vài times, mà i know my vì truth isnt anywhere near cat never Went Humans, Beside me.
all right, that covers the neighbors. the weather, like california. snow once every twenty years and then melts almost right away. We have huge, winged cockroaches all summer long and chúng get inside houses and i'm terrified of add.
WE HAVE Feral cats everywhere, black, white, brown, gray, yellow and orange, and multicolored. i fed some, but the neighbors Gave me hell. People here are terrible drivers and Violent. by the way, it's a middle class and not much khác Neighborhoods Neighborhoods other coal.
i'm walking distance from three Supermarkets, grocery store five and the heart of town, but very small mà crowded with stores, restaurants and job Agencies.
there palms are everywhere and an occasional cactus. ninety nine percent buildings and very few What homes. in the summer, the grass turns yellow and the yards print heat is unbearable. People wear pants or shorts and sandles sockless mini skirts and shirts tied at the ends to show có stomachs, go shirtless guys vài.
We have electric poles and terrible traffic jams, and you wait forever in the supermarket, the grocery store, the bank , post office, everywhere, and there's always someone thử jump the line. you tremble every minute outside Into a Feral cat and dogs shivering around mostly without chúng business owners and ask for their due on the sidewalk. Violent dogs are sometimes allowed to shaky free and the Authorities arent very good at doing something about it, or about the noise, or anything else, for that matter.
against, um, how's your neighborhood?
hope i didnt bore you to death. _________________