Please tell me why you feel the need to drive past my house slowly and peer into my home watching our every move.
Yes, I’m talking to you, you big buffoon!
Every time you come and go and you have the opportunity to go past my house, you do.
Your speed begins to slow and there you are, with your eyes locked on my house and all that is going on.
I’ve seen you study my garage and its contents, wave to my son, occasionally say hi to my children,
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Yet, we have not uttered a word to each other in over 7years.
You are not my friend.
In all honesty, you creep me out.
Not to mention when I saw you earlier in the day,
we were obviously talking about me.
And then you laughed.
That annoying, obnoxious laugh of yours
that sounds like a thousand hyenas giving birth.
I could hear you over the yells of small children, music and numerous other festivities.
And that damned laugh stuck out like a sore thumb.
It made me want to shoot you on the spot.
What I’m really asking, is that you look the other way when you drive past my house and stay the hell away from my kids.
That includes your other half as well.
Oh, and please, stop laughing in public.
It makes the ears of all the innocent bystanders bleed.