Thursday, September 29, 2011

Good taste

Our neighbor across the street LOVES classic rock. How do I know? On warm nights he blares his radio really loud and sings along. Now playing: Heart-Barracuda. I've thought about going over and seeing if he wants to hang out, but I think he's a drug dealer. Not that there's anything wrong being a drug dealer, I just don't want his friends stealing my stuff. (LC)

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