Life on the new street

There is a guy who lives on our road who (I think, from the distance) looks like Brad Pitt in the scruff... Bearded and tatted but still looks like Brad... and has a couple kids so I imagine him with a few more adopted kids... and his kids look like the Pitt-Jolie kids (from the distance) so I wonder if his wife looks like Angelina.

I gave him a pack of cigarettes I found at my moms... who knows how old they are... but since then he waves when him and his dog or him and his kids walk by. Robert doesn't see the resemblance but he didn't get a good look... Heck I only saw him up close when I gave him the pack of cigs anyway, I noticed he smokes and gave him the pack.

The other neighbors here are sooo interesting! I kinda want to write a book about them! There is a guy up the road who lives in a castle... a real castle he built himself out of rock and stone he quarried himself from around here. The same guy is the guy who (we are told) designed our koi pond and built it (not confirmed)... it's a piece of art! And apparently he has caves he made himself under his castle.

Our neighbors to the back are really nice, the wife came over today and offered to help with mowing the lawn with a weed wacker since she said ours won't do. And she is pregnant but she came over with a chainsaw and a truck and cleared the branches Robert had sawed off the oak trees. She took them down to the four corners ranch to burn out there. It was a sight to see!

Across the road is a nice older couple with a ton of animals. They are the Doolittle's of the neighborhood and the ones that feed Pete, the peacock, who now decided not to live on our property after Artemis scared him off. We see each other, the bird and I, from time to time and reminisce on our short time together when I fed him peanuts and bread... Life is good here. Real good. I don't ever wanna live in the city again, not even the suburbs. I love it here as an HQ. I'll visit the city, and I love that people love the city, I just don't even like living in it.

I wonder if people will come out here for epic parties?

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Michelle Amundson I totally will. Sounds amazing!

April 18, 2014 at 5:39pmUnlike1

Kevin Mcshea wow you have a neighbor who is a pregnant guy... that is interesting

April 19, 2014 at 12:20amUnlike1

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