the house on the left

The house on the left was once owned by an old German lady who watched me when I was younger. She shouldn't have since she hated kids and was very strict and had her own way about her. She had old floral wallpapers and big fluffy carpets and doilies on all of her old, mostly wooden, furniture. The house was small and clean. She had a tin of these white powdery cookies that I remember I wished were different cookies but they were decent to eat. I was only allowed to have one because I was fat. I remember she didn't believe in toilet paper and She left a fan next to the toilet so that you could air dry yourself quickly. Once the fan was turned off she left a pretty metal container filled with scented powder and a giant puff to powder yourself. I remember that she did all of this for me.. Not only because I was little then but I think because she didn't like kids and she didn't trust me. She was always calling the police and she never slept. She would stand by her windows or doors, The windows and doors had bars over them but you could still see her curtains and also a figure watching from all hours of the day or night from the street. Apparently she fell asleep by the window in her chair and her hip locked up so she was there until someone noticed. Her son took her to Florida or something and sold the house to Arabs with BB guns.

The Arabs took shifts guarding their new house. Anytime a bird or a squirrel or some other kind of animal crossed into their property line they would shoot them with BB guns. They had many children who also had BB guns, the house was surrounded. After a while there were no animals in sight, they must have learned to stay away from that area.

I guess people noticed and complained or maybe they just got tired or ran out of bullets but they ended up selling the house to these Spanish people. I think they're Mexican, they sound Mexican.

For whatever reason these Mexicans ripped out and redesigned the whole house. I think the inside must be worse but the outside, at least the front of the house looks pretty good landscape and fence-wise but when I'm in my house I can see into their backyard from one of my windows... they have the "under the bridge" large type of rusty barrel that they light up at night. There's a few barrels out there. I guess when they moved in they knocked down a lot of trees but they never cleaned them up so now it looks like crap and giant wood rats run around when they're disturbed for whatever reason. Almost every night during the week at least one of them goes out there in the night and lights up the barrels, sitting outside and playing very loud mariachi. they never do it at 5:00 or 6:00, It's always at like 11:00 at night, you can feel the ground shake. The cops don't come anymore, I'd like to think it's because that house is permanently blacklisted thanks to the old lady who held up their lines all day, every day. That person is out there so often that now they have a festival tent out in place of a gazebo. I'm not sure if he's drunk and doing karaoke with himself DJ style into the mic or if every night there is someone's quinceanera, it's all in very fast Spanish.

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