Speaking of poking the bear...

So it is oh almost 1a.m. here in Fairfax Station, Virginia and I was falling asleep to my favorite show "Squidbillies" when all of a sudden I hear a noise outside my winder. Now had I never seen this particular episode before I probably would have thought the noise was part of the show. But no, low and behold it is my CRAZY next door neighbors up to it again.

I managed to mute the show just in time to hear the tail end of the woman's rant. While I am used to random late night yelling (be it because the dog barked once, someone has come home late --- late being after dark, or for just no reason) enough is ENOUGH! So I called the Fairfax County Police non-emergency hotline. I told the officer that my next door neighbors are being loud, loud enough to be heard over the TV in my bedroom. They said that they would send an officer out. After I did this I did a head count on house residence. The dogs have been in for hours, Jay is in bed, and my brother is out.

While Jay and I wait for the police to arrive the crazys suddenly hop in their ghetto ass navigator and JET down the street (at first Jay and I thought they were running from the cops). Then they quickly come back and start yelling, seconds later my brother rolls in the door. I call the cops again. Tell the nice lady officer exactly what has happened and that I don't appreciate it. She tells me that she will report everything to the officer coming to the call.

I now see the police talking with crazys. Hmmm now their here to talk with me. Oh and of course they think their crazy too. What the fuck, just leave us alone. Nasty crack head rednecks in a nice upper middle class neighborhood.

This seriously must quit. They call the cops on us anytime the dogs bark ONCE after dark. Well I'm going to start calling the god damn cops everytime they start yelling.