Wow! Mom and I had another screaming match with the next door neighbor! My nerves are rattled but I was prepared to intercept her.
When I arrived home at around 1220, her garage was opened and I knew something was going to happen. Javier was here and working upstairs in our bathroom.
I had to make sure she didn’t exchange words with Javier, that nice kid, and I approached our chain link fence, ready to do battle with her.
She said aloud, those are my good neighbours. And she told him that we wanted her to chop the avocado tree. We meant that she could trim the encroaching branches.
I said upfront if she wants to go back to prison. She got an assault charge record, by the way. I’ve had enough with her. She needs to stay away, get out.
But the lawyers, San Jose city, Santa Clara county, California state, America the great can’t do anything about her! Wow! That says a lot!
I told her she had the right to remain silent. I told her she is not a nice person because she is yelling, screaming, and fighting again. Her voice echoed in the neighborhood.
She was working on/held up two extra board signs for Joe Esteves and Kansen Chu, two of which have been posted on her front lawn for awhile. Now she had a Ro Khanna sign board up, with Joe’s sign nowhere in sight. We told her it was over.
She said she was the lead, manager, executive, director, whatever, of putting up those signs. We screamed back that we don’t care. It’s none of our business in her delusions.
By the way, I had to extract a sign board for a competing union school district board member/trustee from the dirt of our south-facing tree/street property.
I told her if those politicians ever found out she’s not a good neighbor and fighting with us, it won’t look good on her.
Mom and I then mocked, taunted her by waving or hands in the air and making crazy gestures against the sides of our heads. This happened while Javier was loading the trunk to his banged-up, black Mercedes Benz.
We told her to get a job. But each time, we confronted her, she would approach the fence, her voice got louder, and the more she didn’t make sense.
Earlier, she wanted me to ask Javier about how she was giving Juan, her second husband, to me. She called me “puta” again. I wonder if Saul, Bashir, Satan, and pals can do something better than the Lard Gawd on fixing this mess.
Anyway, I’m also hoping that team Skull and Bones can pull/ take out this “Marrow-Queen” from living next door to us. Her last name is a phonetic pronunciation/play on words of her second husband’s last name.
The first syllable of her first name is “Lo,” followed by the two syllables of my “real” first name. Her middle initial is like my middle initial.
Also, a white sedan was parked near the yellow fire hydrant and leftb took-off southbound on MY long stretch of road before our verbiage with “Loca Lolita”.
The car had one of those flimsy, black-colored, single bicycle rack tied to the back of its trunk. It looked like an old Asian man, who rested his left seen outside his driver window.
Seriously, folks. The love lighters aren’t doing their jobs by pulling/taking her out from living next door to us. That makes their messages deceptive.
Beware. The “real” terror and terrorists are the crazy, stupid people like her. And I don’t like it!
At 1315, I reparked my car from the right and to the left driveway, so the woman won’t go bear Javier. I saw a brown UPS truck down the rue and then a white San Jose sedan car drive southbound on MY long stretch of road.
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