josh and tony came over and we rocked out in my garage. my neighbor from across the street came over and took over my place at the guitar. he's a lot better than i am. he made fun of my 20 dollar premier guitar. then he left, without greeting or saying goodbye to me. i don't think i've ever talked to that dude before and i don't think i ever will. he seems like a douchebag.
all of my neighbors are assholes:
the carlins next door are bastards. one time i burnt my hand on a sparkler steve carlin, the father, threw on my lawn on 4th of july many moons ago. i've hated him ever since then. the older son, jason, is without a doubt a homosexual. and max is the scrawny kid everyone picks on. they used to have a live-in babysitter from sweden that i used to spy on from my window. i saw her bare chest for a split second one time but that was it. it was enough to last me through most of my childhood though. the people that lived in his house before him were nice. i would have liked it if they stayed.
the amsterdams have lived straight across the street from us since we moved in. milly amsterdam is a nice lady, she still waves at me time to time.
the tramantano's are nice people. i grew up with rob and chris, we used to play hit-the-tennis-ball-with-a-baseball-bat in the street. also touch football. bob tramantano is a really nice guy. i haven't talked to him in a while though.
the weiners have been very elusive. bonnie weiner is a year older than me, i think, but i haven't seen her in ages. i haven't seen any of them.
i don't know the last name of the family next to the weiners, but i know i hate them. their little kid jordan is a kid i want to kick with my foot. before jordan's family moved in, there was this mean old lady, zaine, that sat on the porch all the time and yelled at the kids. she was the stereotypical cranky lady.
across from jordan are the tumans. camille is a milf. the father scares me because he's so intimidating with his motorcycles and muscle cars. joey is mildly retarded and justin hasn't grown an inch in all the years i've seen him. i used to play with joey and justin a lot when i was smaller. then i stopped playing outdoors and started playing indoors with myself. justin is the boss of the little kids now. he curses up a storm and the other kids repeat his foul tongue.
next door to them are people that moved in not to long ago. the father has a fucked up nose that makes him look angry all the time. i think he is angry all the time, though. their son, neil, is a little bitch. one time he did something to piss me off, so i shot him with a super soaker and drenched him. he was laughing the whole time, but then he ran to his house and started crying in front of his parents. then his dad came over and told me what for. i hate neil.
i've known the sabellas pretty much all my life in oceanside. rob and mike are fraternal twins that i grew up with. i never really liked them though. i used to go over there house a lot. i jumped off their deck once and almost broke my foot, but i didn't break it. one time rob and mike didn't invite me to their birthday party and i cried in school. i think it was like 5th grade, that's pretty late to be crying over a birthday party. i think i just wanted a goodie bag. or maybe because johnny gau was invited and i wasn't. now that i think of it, johnny gau had much more of a right to be there than i did. i used to stay at the sabella's house before the bus for camp came. they watched scooby doo. i hated and still hate scooby doo. in fact, i can't fucking stand that show at all.
next to the sabellas are the wallens. jamie and mike wallen were the kids. jamie was a pretty boyish girl and mike was a very girlish boy, in fact i think he is an open homosexual now. one time i saw mike wallen whipping this girl with a riding crop in the hall in high school. i thought that was weird. mike wallen never really played in gym, but the coach was afraid to give him a bad grade because he was so flaming. i don't remember much of jamie, she is older. i remember she was in our house once. she sat on the floor up against the couch and asked for a glass of water.
there are a few decent folk on the block perpendicular to mine. namely, the hertrichs. mike hertrich was my best friend from like 5th grade to 11th. i think one summer i spent more daylight hours in their house than i did in my own. i probably ate my weight in their food. mike was the only one in my neighborhood pretty much my age, he's a year younger. now he's loaded with muscles. we used to have a lot of fun hanging out. probably the most fun in my life.
the people next door to mike moved out last summer. good riddance. their dog bite me once, but not too hard. it just left a whole in my hand. one time me and mike were ghost-riding our bikes and mike went straight into the door of their car. they never found out it was me. i'm glad. before those clowns moved in, a long long time ago, i remember my friend nickie was there. nickie had a single, alcoholic mother who had different suitors. i don't remember much of nickie, but i think we were good friends. he moved to baldwin, i remember being pretty sad about that.
next to where nickie lived are the greenbergs. i have absolutely no qualms with the greenbergs. ellen greenberg is a very nice lady, she gave me rides home from high school countless times. howie greenberg is a model father. the two kids are michael and eric. michael got pretty chubby and eric is now in his middle school phase.
i spent a lot of time in the nurse's office in elementary school. i think i was just a whiner. i still am, but i'd be too lazy to go to the nurse's office this time around.
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