The people that live right next to us (no one lives on our left) are...odd. Theres this fat guy named John, who everyone calls John John (my family calls him Bon Bon secretly), he has a squeaky voice and is mentally...off. He lives with his dad, who yells a lot, so sometimes i'll be just sitting around, only to hear tons of shouting from next door. He told my dad that John was caught looking at child porn, so he was kicked out of college. My dad told the neighbors across from us about it when he was over there and noticed John playing with their little grand kids in the pool. Well apparently they got mad at my dad, saying that John is harmless. Whatever, if something happens, at least we can say we warned them. You know how the majority of child predators turn out to be your neighbors? I keep that in mind.
Oh and those same neighbors that live across from us, we don't get along with too well. They stick their noses into everyone's business, and they tried to get us in trouble when my dad was building a garage way out back. They mentioned at some town meeting how we were running an illegal business, just because my dad helped the neighbors down the street pull their truck out from the wetland. So he can't even help people? His truck had the right equipment for helping them, since he works in construction.
We live on a street with a dead end btw. The people farther down from us used to have a dog named Jasmine, and one time they paid me to feed her and stuff while they went on vacation. Anyways, she's old, and they told me that if she dies while they're away, it's fine. Oh and they told my mom that they've never taken her to the vet either, even when she got sick o.o They're nice people, but that's kind of cruel. That same year the dog died.
Speaking of which, the people that live next to them have a dalmatian, and when I went to feed Jasmine once, their dog chased me home on my bike.