There used to be a real nice older couple who used to live next door. They were probably in their late 70s or so. They were the only ones on our block that I knew, not well, but I knew their names and we would say hi to each other. One day they left for a trip and before they left they told me that if their son came by to call the police. They didn’t elaborate and I didn’t ask, you know bygones be bygones and so on. Anyway, one day about a month ater they left in their RV the son shows up in his beat up ass old RV and parks it in front of the house next door. I didn’t know it was the son and didn’t think much of it except for the weird ugly green RV on the street. One day I was out front working on my bike and like 20 cop cars show up (not much action for cops here so for anything above a parking ticket and they call the cavalry). I hear someone jump out a window yelling and he runs out the back of the house down this dirt hill in the back of the houses as the cops swarm the house with guns drawn. It was like an episode of Cops, the ghetto bird (helicopter) and all. This was about 7 years ago and since then I have never seen Marv (the older guy) or his wife, but the son (Scott) is around all the time and has had about 3 or 4 such raids on the house since he has lived there. It is a really weird situation, the old couple just disappeared. I have no idea what the whole story is but it is all very peculiar. I came to find out a couple years ago that the nasty green RV was a mobile meth lab and Scott is a pretty good sized drug dealer (physiacally an also in terms of drug sales). The house next door has been the subject of all sorts of weird goings on but the reason Im giving you the background is because the neighborhood smells like cat pee. Why, you ask? Well, because not only is the house next door a drug house but they had a few animals. They had two dogs and 2 cats. Luckily the dogs were spayed and neutered, but the cats spawned like 25 other cats and they just roam the freakin neighborhood. I love animals a whole lot, I really do, but stray cats that pee everywhere an make the neighborhood smell like the Carlsbad Caverns are not why I love animals. They are all really cute and when I see one that looks malnourished I always put some food out or water. There are seriously like 20 cats though, its like freakin Bangladesh or something around here. The dogs roam around the neighborhood too, humpin other dogs and crappin on lawns. The dogs are nice when I play with them or pet them. They are neighborhood dogs I guess. No one else likes them and the drug dealers take shitty care of them so I give them love when I can. Luckily they dont hit the dogs or anything, they just dont pay attention to them.

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