In case I go missing...

I'm probably chopped up into little pieces and buried in the neighbor's backyard.

The guy across the street has decided he hates me for some reason.  This is bizarre, because I've never spoken to him in the three years we've lived here.  Granted, he is a little insane and probably needs a medication adjustment.  This however will not make me feel any better when I'm being murdered.

Earlier last week he decided to move one of his junker cars into the parking space right in front of our house.  Kind of rude, but not necessarily the end of the world.  The next day, Karl was leaving to meet some friends for lunch, and the guy yelled across the street to Karl:

Crazy neighbor: "Hey, how do you like my parking spot??"

Karl: "Well, I don't park there."

Crazy neighbor: "Yeah, but your girl does and it's a roundabout way to f*&@ her in the a$%!"

Um... what?!?!?

So, needless to say, his car (flat tire and all) is still in front of our house.  I would be fine with ignoring the issue until it came time to park our trailer there and load.  Our landlord, on the other hand, was seriously not happy and went over and yelled at the guy to move his car from in front of his house.  Apparently the neighbor told him to call to cops so we'll see what transpires.

I personally will be avoiding said crazy neighbor.  Just glad we're leaving soon!