there goes the neighborhood.

I live in a little triplex in the middle of Tucson. It’s not a super great neighborhood, but I like my little apartment area. There are only three units. For most of the time we’ve lived here, either one or both of the other units has been empty. And when there were people here, they weren’t loud or annoying. The rest of the neighborhood is full of undesirables, but our little property was nice, quiet, simple.

It was too good to last. In the past few days, both units have become occupied and not by low-key couples who keep to themselves, but by MEXICANS and their CHILDREN. Oh the horror. My once quiet little complex has become loud and obnoxious, with boisterous Mexican cars (cars can be boisterous can’t they?), people coming and going constantly, bratty little kids running around screaming, feet walking all over the rocks in my yard, doors banging, noises noises everywhere. I hate it. I want to kick them all in the face and I want them to shut up and go away and ruin someone else’s existence. To top it all? Relentless yammering in Spanish. God damn Mexicans and their god damn families.

Now I definitely have to move out, because I’ll be damned if I’m going to live with a bunch of freaking kids. I don’t want to have to be nice to them. I hate kids. I won’t expose Ryland to other kids! He deserves better.

And I’m certainly not exposing him to a bunch of Mexican kids. That’s where I draw the line people. That is where I draw the motherscratching line.

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