The Word B

our neighborhood has been the scene of a few too many domestic squabbles coming from one house in particular. four doors up from our place is a very descreet house with some fucking loud bogan occupants inside. i only comment on these people as i nearly got run over yesterday while putting out the trash and recycling on the kerb, as the red little car came screeching around the corner zig-zagging it's way up the street while two girls were yelling at each other and fighting over control of the steering wheel. they then turned on two wheels round the next corner to stop in front of the same house and conitnue their argument/fight as they went inside the house.
the same persons or occupants of the house had a brawl on new years day at 5am outside of our house, where some guy literally beat the shit out of his girl friend. then two weeks ago, there were about five cop cars out the front of their place dealing with another domestic dispute. like what the fuck? apparently all the shopping carts that have turned up mysteriously around the streets, lying on the grass (there are about 4 of them) have come from the same persons. this information is hearsay from one of the other neighbors.
the poor couple that just moved into their new house next door, after paying an overly inflated price for an oversized box with little to no usable yard, must be regretting the day they spent over a million dollars to live in a neighborhood with all this craziness going on. then the old people living around here, might be doubling their medication. at the very least, it is interesting. i am curious to see what happens next.