I have thought more about this little door knocking episode from last night and have determined that I am not a street smart person. Of course the neighbours are worried about me taking pictures of their windows with the young lads selling pot and who knows what else there! I shouldn’t be so silly! I MUST remember to respect their privacy! I must not interfere with such a home based business..!! After all, who does not need a supplemental income in this recession?
Of course, I could be a little more tolerant if I felt I could let my kids out of the house, or if there weren’t people coming by every day and honking or yelling at the bedroom window next door and saying “I want to buy some weed!” Maybe if they were not parking out in front of our house and waiting casually as though nobody notices them, or if they came over to get drunk and did NOT throw cans at our house and then when we have gone out and thrown the cans back and hit them with them, they did not stand there and deny having thrown it in the first place. Or maybe if the lads would not go up into their bedroom and open up all the windows and turn the music up full volume playing some British Rap horseshit that sounds like a funk between Jamaican and LA Rap in an English accent. (I’d love to see any of these guys turned loose on the streets of LA for ten minutes at night… LOL)
Of course these are small issues. And of course I have too much time on my hands being here with three kids all day. Maybe if I were the type who smoked the wacky-backy too, I would just leave this issue alone because I might hardly remember last night anyhow, apart from the food. Silly me for wanting to have a safe neighbourhood for my kids.
So, I am not street smart. It is foolish of me to not realize till this late in the game that this is all about pot, and nothing more. After all, the “Wayne” that would have been across the street reporting my moves to my neighbour has got to be the one two houses down from me, and he is a customer.