End of the block suckage

We went to dinner last night with some neighbors down the block that we love.  They are younger than we are, but not by that much or at least that's the story I'm telling myself, 'cause I like it better that way.  We had taken them to Veracruz awhile back over in the Bishop Arts District and now it's a lock--they loved it and said they feel like they're cheatin' on us, if we don't go with them.  Lemme jus' go grab me my purz, Sweet baby...Ahm readi! 

They are always fun but it's the block scoopage we always get from them, that's the best.  Lawsie...you'd think they lived in a different city, given what goes on at their end of the block.  Unbeknownst to us, at their end there has been a suicide, a crazy lady, Grace, who is anorexic, with 5 kids who have sex all over everywhere when she's gone, the lady on the corner that I had decided could be our blocks candidate for the show " Hoarders", has cancer, and the gay guy who moved his mom in right across the street from his house--his mom has cancer, too.  And all we've got at our end is a damn occasional rabbit sighting and a mean old lady.  Please.  Our end is just sad.  We don't have anything juicy.  Now, our next door neighbor's mom did fall and break her hip last Sunday, while visiting, and her daughter-in-law did have to help her put on some panties, under her nightgown, before the paramedics came, but that's about as racy as our end gets.  Clearly, we're gonna have to step it up and put forth a little more effort.  

What we really need is a break in, a car theft, or even a fight--even a dog fight would work.  Hey...those can be exciting. Even a cat fight would be interesting....and loud.  Right now all we've got is a crazy man who shoots squirrels and dove in his front yard with a pellet gun, and then lets his wiener dog play retriever....nah...still too boring.