What makes a good neighbor?
Hi-ho and hello.
Today, I’m not going to necessarily answer the prompt, instead, I’m going to come with another question. As it is these prompts aren’t law and nearly act as a mere thread to consciousness. So here it is:
You know what makes a shitty neighbour?
It was the first thing that came to my mind upon seeing the daily prompt. What makes a shitty neighbour?
Well I’ll tell you. It’s Druggies. Not your cigarette smoking chain loving types that have a need for carcinogens, or your booze loving, weaving lopers that loon to the moon in the dark. It’s the crouched, smeagol like needy bastards that come with their pock marked arms and their twitchy feet stagnant of a following the walkway and near blind to gates and what one would call a yard. They fumble and trot every which way like zombies in the night and come from every angle only fearing the light.
They bring a smell of dark chemicals, something seething and frothing at the holes of the mass and mess it is.
They darken the neighbourhood and bring a lacking of brightness, like a vacuum for cleanliness to rid us of our humanity.
Whoa.
Sorry.
Hmm. Guess I don’t like our neighbours.
C’est La Vie
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NOSCE TE IPSUM
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