I have nice neighbors now, but when I was younger, it was a different story.
We had this house next door (PAINTED PINK) that was basically used for renting. And so many people moved in and out of there, I'm serious. Well, occasionally we'd get good neighbors who had manners and/or kids we could play with. This one boy from that house gave us a Pikachu card when he moved, and that was awesome (back then). My dad even gave away his little car to one family so the husband coud go to work. He doesn't regret doing it, especially since they moved away with it. And there were a couple more good neighbors, but I can't remember them.
Then there were the bad. These people were obnoxious, having parties almost every night and blasting their music. Mom actually called the cops on one guy a few times because of this, but did he listen? I swear one of these neighbors was burning trash in his back yard, but Mom wasn't too sure if they were. These are the only bad things I can recall from these kinds of neighbors, but my parents have more stories they'd like to tell me.
The reason this house was used for renting? There were two evil spirits residing inside, brought over from the bad neighbors. Dad was supposed to go rid the house of them, but he never did. I think the situation was terrible enough he could never step inside. My parents were actually very happy we were able to move. We thankfully have the kind of neighbors we wanted this whole time, much like Gary and Sara (nice people who were childless, but had dogs and a very tall tree before it got knocked over by a windstorm) back at the old house.
But I think the teenagers around here are party people. About a month ago, while I was up getting together a talk for church, I heard these teenagers blasting their music from the car next door and talking and yakking like banshees. It was "Hollaback Girl", the only song I could recognize by name from their ignorance. The dogs were howling that night. But at least I was able to finish around midnight.
Oh, and this one kid from across the street stole my brother's scooter. He was riding it around when my other brother noticed it was similar to the one we got. Which it was.