suburbanrandom

So we have the be­gin­nings of an­oth­er sub­ur­ban mys­tery:

Last night around 11pm I ran out to pick some things up from the store and there was a guy sleep­ing in red truck in my cul-de-sac. As no stranger to car sleep­ing my­self, I didn’t think any­thing of it.

How­ev­er, this morn­ing I went out on my front porch to check the weath­er and dude was just wak­ing up. He gets out of his truck and rings the door­bell of my only un­friend­ly neigh­bor. My neigh­bor an­swers, there’s some re­al­ly in­tense yelling I can’t quite make out be­yond var­i­ous curse words, and then my neigh­bor slams the door and re­turns a few sec­onds lat­er with what looks like a neck­lace which the truck guy takes and then storms off and lit­er­al­ly peels out of my cul-de-sac so ag­gres­sive­ly he hops a curb.

So weird.

Also of note, this neigh­bor is su­per weird. I see him for­ev­er just peer­ing out his win­dow blinds like some creep­ster in a hor­ror film. He also is crazy rude any­time any­one tries to talk to him, which su­per sucks be­cause he has the cutest dog that I want to be friends with.
 
 

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