So, I come home from the bar, right? If any of you already don't know, I've got a personal vendetta against my neighbors as it is, so the last thing I want to see is their trash littering the front of my house :|. Yep...sure enough, my "happy drunk" leads to one hell of a raging alchoholic when I start chucking their crap onto their property...tough guy walks out and starts yelling something at me...hell if I know what the guy's saying because I'm concentrating on trying to stand on my feet :lol:. Of course by the time I look up I see a wooden plank come flying over the fence...guy walks right up to my face with another 2X4 threatening to beat my brains out...I'm sorry, but I'm already wasted. I'm busy laughing my ass off and taunting the guy to give me ANOTHER reason to call the police :lol:.

Let me tell you, it was not fun...the cops are already trying to figure out what the hell it is I'm saying as it is, and there's also the pissed off neighbor talking to the other cop, god knows what the hell he's telling them...man, it was a mess. By the time I got the cop to understand what exactly what the problem was (he kept assuming that I was planting trash in front of the guy's house :?) I finally got him to understand that I simply got fed up with cleaning the front of the house with crap that doesn't even belong to me. I admitted that it was wrong of me to go chucking things at their cars, and since we're already on bad terms as it is, I guess in a way he understood why I was so reluctant to confront them on their problem (kind of hard to talk sense into someone who wants to shoot me :roll:.).

So as you can see, I'm way beyond redemption here. I'm pretty sure the cops got a kick out of taking reports from a drunk guy (hey..at least I got my address and social spot on :D), and well...I'm always cool with local law enforcement. Well, at least when I proved to the guy that I wasn't crazy :lol:.

I just found it freaking hilarious how I was basically chuckling everytime that guy was yelling threats at me :lol:. I mean, come on...when you're playing the tough guy, you have to admit you shrivel up inside when the guy you're trying to scare cant' exactly feel pain at the moment, and is too busy laughing at his ugly mug than actually listening to him :lol:. And for f***'s sake, I'm the relaxed, laid back guy...no way in hell do I start wars with people. Anyway, this is one hell of a story to tell the guys when I go to the bar the next time. I just can't stop thinking about that one moment where that ass actually held back on swinging that board at me :lol:. Not to mention I kept taunting him, "wanna throw more s*** at me?" Aw...what a freaking night...