Hey, Hey, Hey Boo Boo...
When I was a kid I remember this neighborhood was the best place to live because it had everything required to enjoy being a kid. The park around the corner, the Junior High School down at the end of the street, a ton of empty lots and fields for days, so many friends you could play with someone different every day and not see the same ones for a month. And the American River was only a mile or two away where you could ride your bike on the trails and, later, your mini bike and then motorcycle. Always something going on and new things happening every day.
And look what progress has brought us: The bike trail ended the dirt biking at the river, all the fields filled up with apartments or businesses, most of the people grew up and moved away, the park got all sanitized and now high-tech monitors tell you when its too late to be there and the Junior High School became the Elementary School that was moved there from next to the park. And those apartments that were built in the 60's on Morse Avenue went from being clean and stylish (for the times) to slummy and full of trash (not their dumpsters, their residents!). And a lot of the houses were bought up by rental agencies, property management groups and wanna-be better than everyone else types.
The latter group seemed to be the ones who formed associations and committees and such and elected themselves to the jobs of neighborhood moral-masters out to save the area from all the terrible crimes they perceived to be happening everywhere. They all got their secret decoder rings and went into the secret spy business and got a hold of Maxwell Smart shoe phones and put the sheriff and code enforcement in their speed dial buttons and then whenever they saw something they didn't quite like or agree with or that made them suspicious they drew their own conclusions, started rumors with their gossip and began accusing others of crimes that weren't happening...
Generally, if some one had a lot of visitors stopping by they were guilty of dealing drugs. If some one worked on cars or bikes a lot he had a chop shop. And the ones that found some extra cash scrapping the metals that could be found around the neighborhood was a copper thief. Then by constantly badgering the authorities they could make them the subject of the monthly meetings. That's where a few vocal paranoids bitch about any body they judge unworthy of their respect and they dream up ways to harm them and drive them from the area. They succeed way too many times since the officials that attend these get-togethers are just there to play politics and appease these social retards.
The real sad part is that there are a couple who seem to take themselves way too serious and they get aggressive toward their victims and break more laws than those they accused of being criminals. Like the bleach blonde in the gray Chevy Tahoe that lives on Maison and Roena that rudely and aggressively rode up on my ass last week and somehow found fault with my driving 15mph on a narrow residential street with parked cars on both sides and garbage containers still on the street. Isn't that special? Did the bleach cause brain damage? Maybe the Botox was injected too deep. Or the doctor pulled the skin too tight when he did the face lift. She should have opted for the tit lift to remove the nipples from her knees...
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