Had a friend that lived in a really nice neighborhood.
His mom found a mountain of mail under his little brother's bed.
Wedding invitations, bills, junk mail, the works.
He was just bored or wanted to be bad.
The mom wasn't going to deal with all that and just burned everything.
He has since been to prison.
My neighborhood is interesting.
Some brothers sell dope out their garage two houses down, but nobody gives a shit because they're not bothering anybody.
They also know that if anything happens in the cul-de-sac, that they will be the first one anybody suspects.
So I get piles of boxes from Amazon, hundreds of dollars on dollies, or occasionally forget to close the garage, and everything is still there when I get home.
The most trouble I have is kids trying to fish off my dock or throwing shit into the lake.
Boat oars, bricks, and wind chimes have all ended up swimming away.