Scenes from my neighborhood last night, two houses down.

Meet my neighbor who lives two houses down. We’ll call him Dave. Mid to late 50s, and a walking picture of hard living.

My next door neighbors often tell me how lucky I am, that I don’t live next door to Dave. And when I hear their stories that follow, it doesn’t take much for me to agree. I’ve got good neighbors, which is a fortunate thing.

In a conversation a couple of days ago, Dave says to me “I like my classic rock….WNCX,” with a chuckle as he goes on to acknowledge that he also likes to play that classic rock LOUD while enjoying a summertime bonfire in his backyard.

This, I already know, and it’s all good….most of the time.

Last night, I’m in bed – I decided to take an early bedtime since the rest of the week will very likely include sleep deprivation and lots of it.

Just as I’m drifting off to sleep, I hear the sounds of “Behind Blue Eyes” by The Who, blaring through the neighborhood very suddenly.

“Oh my GOD, are you serious?”

That’s what I’m thinking inside my head, and since I know it is coming from Dave’s yard, I grab a pair of earplugs, and tune out the world.

Until an hour later when I’m jolted awake..

“Turn that SH*T OFF!”

“GET THE F*CK OUT OF MY YARD!”

Several minutes later, back to sleep…..

*fade to black*

Dave is my version of Rodney Dangerfield….minus the funny!