Meth House

Sometimes I marvel at how lucky I am to live in such a nice neighborhood. For instance, a meth house nearly blew up just a couple blocks away. Across the street from us is a nice lesbian couple who I'm pretty sure are also drug dealers. Or maybe prostitutes. Either way, their apartment gets a lot of traffic. About a block away is the block of liquor stores and casinos. With a hispanic thrift store right smack dab in the middle. Our best neighbors just moved to Minnesota, so their house is now for rent, and I hope a nice family moves in. I hope they keep the lawn mowed, don't pound music from their cars, and keep the front porch from getting cluttered with junk. I'm tired of the "economic diversity" that makes my neighborhood stinky.