I hate all of the neighbors and all of their spawn

Some shitty, fat-ass, little boy just kicked two panels out from our vinyl fence. I wanted to beat him into the ground.

I think most of the people that read this know my neighborhood story. If not here's the short story: dog poop in our yard, screaming fights in the street, drug deals and cop cars retrieving stolen vehicles, little, little kids running around in the street and everywhere else at all hours. Saturated pull-ups underneath a POS El Camino and a mom screaming curse words at her toddler. I could go on for a while longer, but I won't. It's why we got the flipping fence. To block it out. Eddy's in the backyard trying to get the panels back in with the shit-head's dad helping.

Please! Please! Buy our house!