Love Thy Neighbour.

Those eyes say it all, disapproving looks, their heads shake each time I pass them, words uttered, its all about me.

I am THE neighbour from hell, a role model from Satan’s backyard, that day aint far when my neighbours will cover the eyes of their kids every time I pass them.
Loud head-banging music pours out of my apartment at all times to come, all while my God fearing neighbours play gospel songs and bhajans, I have roudy drunk friends who sit in the patio and create mayhem from hell.

I almost sport a ponytail, I abuse clients and threaten cops, my friends and me are quasi alcoholics, who raise the bar a wee higher every Saturday night .
I don’t answer their calls, I don’t heed to their requests to turn down the volume at 3 am, I don’t attend their prayer services every Sunday.

I also don’t have a picture of an Indian God at my front door, what I do have instead are empty booze bottles lined up like trophies from a kill.

I am from their perspective the Devil himself, I fight with them over parking, on one occasion we even trashed a car parked near my house, who had allegedly brushed against a friends car.

It aint funny but its fun, when I watch their kids run for cover when they see me approach, maybe this has something to do with the time when I held one of them upside down when he tried teasing my dog.

Their parents don’t mess with me, ( its at times like these when I love my profession or atleast the threat factor that comes with it, more like fuck with me and ill make sure that’s the last time you fuck with anything)

Yea I am a great neighbour.