Love thy Neighbour...

There are three rentals nearby, and I find it is less often I’ll enjoy those neighbors. One stole my bike. One proceeded to beat up her garbage can while wearing a robe and screaming into her phone that she was “going to kill him.” One apparently liked to hunt for treasures in dumpsters which he would bring home, set all over his yard and try to sell to people passing by. To be fair, the meth lab down the street didn’t bother me until I understood why the police were there. They were very quiet up til then.