The Death of the Neighbor

Trouble has moved in. 

And that's not a euphemism. He calls himself Trouble. He's the opitome of hermosa beach, the posterboy for all that is fowl and wrong with the pier's community. I thought trailer trash would at least stay near the trailer park but I was wrong.

Normally, I find first impressions are everything. It takes a lot to change my first impressions about someone, if something strikes me as wrong about a person, it sticks. End of story. That is, until recently. I started trying to get past those first impressions and I found that there are a few poor people out there that I can get along with, talk to without mentally retching.

This guy isn't one of them.

I tried. Severa times. But alas, this guy is a prick. Pure and simple, I don't like him. I don't like his hats, curved up at the brim like a duck bill. I don't like that he stencils 'Trouble' on every piece of clothing he owns,  I don't like his VW bug(and I love VW - we'll get into that in a minute) with the custom
' TROU3LE' license plate wrapped in chain and I don't like that he's in my apartment building all the goddamn time.

The first time I met this guy, I noticed that he had a VW belt buckle. I said to myself, " I used to have one like that, bought it on eBay." The next time he passed my door, I told him that. He stops, puffs his chest out and prompty takes a step in my direction. " No you didn't. I made this. It's the only one there is." Then, turns, and struts away.

Dick, right?

Next time I meet him, he insults my girlfriend, and dissapears just as quickly, not giving me the proper time to put together my witty retort. And if you know me, you know how much I revel in the fun of witty retorts. I live and breathe them.  And it's not like a need a lot of time to form them. Just a couple seconds...

Maybe I need to give it time. Maybe I need to insulte his unit in aluminum foil and set it on fire. Only time will tell I guess.