I ABHOR MY GHETTO NEIGHBOR.
you instantly become the scum of the earth when you: direct all of your friends to piss outside on our trees; leave beer bottles all over the place; try to pick fights cause you’re belligerent; and act like you own the goddamn place. they’ve also poured beer all over my prelude, hit my prelude while drunkenly moving their cars; and picked fights with my family. i hope they all get cirrhosis and lung cancer but not die, just, you know, barely live.
